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feetoffire · 3 years

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Captain Christopher Pike, the rec list

I had this almost finished and ready to post, and then the kitten wiped everything, so here it is, a gazillion years later than I wanted. Yay.

Ongoing - the fic is complete, but not all chapters are posted

WIP - fic isn’t finished

Incomplete - last-updated-more-than-a-year-ago WIPs

recs under the cut; spoilers abound

AOS

Gen

Pike’s Office by AnxiouslyGoing. Poor Jim has a Tarsus related panic attack, and ends up sleeping in Pike’s office/on Pike’s lap. Academy Era, bonus appearance by Spock, dad!Pike. 2k oneshot.

Another Life by LullabyKnell. Time travel fix it for ST2009. As ever, LullabyKnell gave us a spectacular, delightfully well-written fic. Dadmiral Pike, even if he’s technically a captain at this point. No pairings, everything is platonic. 12 chapters, 61k, T. Complete.

Watching the Cloud of Dust by AngelQueen. Pike runs into Spock Prime while seeing the Enterprise off. Cue melancholy fluff (it follows Spock Prime around like a dog). 1.7k oneshot, G.

Phil Boyce/Chris Pike

horizons universe by gracieminabox. Massive, massive series spanning the whole of Chris’ life. Not canon compliant, i.e. Pike Lives. “Christopher Pike, in word and in deed.” Series, 263k in seventeen parts, G-E.

Altered Horizons by InsaneSociopath. The bar fight goes very differently because Chris gets elbowed in the face. Featuring depressed!bipolar!Chris, who is Not Having A Good Time, Emergency Department (ED) doc Bones, and mother-hen!Jim. Phil is essentially Sir Not Appearing In This Fic, but he and Chris are married. Seven chapters, 14k, G. Incomplete. I adore this one.

When Darkness Drifts by InsaneSociopath. Tarsus fic. Jim gets adopted by Starfleet but still ends up on Tarsus, except Chris is there. All Tarsus-related warnings apply. Jim and Chris centric; Phil is most present in the last few chapters. Six chapters, 44k, M. Complete.

Kinktober 2017 by nerdqueenenterprise. What it says on the tin. Series, 13k in eight parts, T-E. Complete.

A Vacation Long Overdue by nerdqueenenterprise. Reunion sex, mostly. They haven’t seen each other in six months, so they take leave on a remote beach. ~9k oneshot, E.

The Weight of a Man by imachar. Another huge series charting the evolution of Chris and Phil’s relationship. Both canon compliant and canon non-compliant, so there’s a choice if you want it. Series, 174k in sixteen parts, M-E. Complete.

shatterproof by gracieminabox. Will Make You Cry. Phil’s POV, STID compliant, featuring a picture from their early days. 4.3k oneshot, M.

Winged Desires and Veiled Persuasions by imachar. Post-Narada, ignores/was written before STID. Bones ends up hanging out with Phil and Chris at Spuhura’s wedding reception, and then the three of them have sex in Phil and Chris’ hotel suite. Pretty much pure smut. 12k oneshot, E.

McPike

The Wind and Its Satellite by severinne. Long series, some BDSM, eventual Bones/Jim/Pike. Something of a McPike classic. Series, 186k in twenty parts, M-E.

Partridge Fallen From the Pear Tree by severinne. Post-divorce Bones works as a prostitute to make ends meet. Pike comes to town to recruit him, ends up paying for a night without knowing Bones is Bones, and then they both freak the fuck out when Pike realizes who he is. More-or-less just smut and angst. Pre-canon. Three chapters, 12k, E. Complete.

Singularities Verse by FrancescaMonterone. Bones and Pike fall in love, Pike adopts Chekov, Jim is Jim. Bonus Admirals Archer and Reed, and Archer/Reed. Mostly pre-canon, ace Pike. Series, 81k in six parts, T. WIP.

Need by Noranem. Post STID, Pike and Bones invite Jim into their relationship and their bed. Established McPike, early days Bones/Jim/Pike. Four chapters, 12k, E. Complete.

Pirk

See All The Stars by HoneyBeeBritt. Chris and Jim fell in love some time before Daystrom. Fluff and angst, with a happy ending promised in part four. I come back to this one regularly, especially part one. Series, 6.2k in three parts, T-M. Ongoing.

Shining On The Quay by topaz. Post-Narada through Beyond, ignores STID. Chris and Jim fall in love, get together, and figure out how to keep a relationship going when one of them is in space and the other is an admiral. Series, 32k in three parts, E. Complete.

You Still Got Wheels, Kid by withthepilot. Yes, this is partially on here because it’s one of the few (good) fem!Pike fics. Pre-canon, Pike finds out Jim’s alive because she (not Winona or Sam) is listed as his emergency contact. Prostitute Jim. Takes place two years before canon, I think. 12k oneshot, E.

Moments along the path by InsaneSociopath. Jim, through no fault of his own, is assigned to Pike as an aide bc Command thinks he’s a loose cannon. Pike is delighted /s. (he warms up eventually.) Some Tarsus PTSD; also a fair amount of fluff. Academy Era slow burn that goes right through to (immediately) post-Narada. 46k oneshot, M. Second chapter is artwork. Long but 100% worth it.

How Do You Want Me, How Do You Want Me? by babykid528. Get together via smut. Feelings abound but talking about them does not. 3k oneshot, E.

The Ocean Between Us by severinne. They get a drink in a bar. They’re both dead. Something of a get-together fic. Can and Will sucker punch you with feels. STID compliant. 1k oneshot, T.

Mutual Profusion of Good Feeling (aka Wherein the Aliens have a Flair for Mood Lighting) by kayliemalinza. This doesn’t really count as Pirk, but it’s not platonic enough for the gen category. Away mission, the premise is ‘aliens made them do it’ but there’s no sex or fade to black. Romantic, I guess? I really don’t know, but the prose is gorgeous. Also a Pike Lives/returns to the Enterprise AU. 5k oneshot, T.

Timeline Shenanigans

In plain view by IceCream_Junkie, Killermanatee. Pike/Pike. What can I say? The image of Greenwood’s Pike and Mount’s Pike together is very pretty. 2k oneshot, E.

Out of This World by TheAsexualofSpades. Space Puns. That is all. 1.1k oneshot, G.

Discovery/quasi-SNW

Gen

A Small Storm by EKthered. Spock goes to visit his captain and ends up comforting him instead. Post Boreth. 2.3k oneshot.

you were never broken by ordinary things by SiderumInCaelo. Michael Burnham & Chris Pike. Michael has only an inkling of what’s going on, but she manages to comfort Chris anyway. Post Boreth. 1.2k oneshot.

Piler | Chris Pike/Ash Tyler

the chair and the badge by ninjamcgarrett. The boys are soft and in love. Lots of smut, but a fair amount of plot. Their respective traumas are addressed too, so there’s plenty of h/c. Honestly? My favorite from this pairing. Series, 59k in five parts, M-E. Ongoing.

Reality by aishahiwatari. Initially a take on how these two idiots settled their differences, and evolution from there. Part two is post-season two of Disco. Series, 5k in two parts, E. Complete.

survival is insufficient by topaz. Post-Disco; they get together to remember Discovery’s crew, and then they get together. Traumas are addressed. Part two is a sort-of case fic, TW starvation. Series, 33k in two parts, E. WIP.

Feeling Too Deeply by NightOfTheLand. Established Piler, post-Disco season two couch sex. 6k oneshot, E.

dancing to a beat of our own, flying with the speakers blown by wolfhalls. Neither of them want to talk about anything, aka Horrible Coping Mechanisms TM. Bottom Pike, quasi-hurt/comfort. 2.7k oneshot, E.

Christmas in Sickbay by lah_mrh. Chris is accident- and injury-prone and has a new reason to hate spiders. Ash just wants to spend time with his boyfriend. 1k oneshot, G.

The Pillow Will Disappear When I Forget I Put a Pillow There, Worry Not by prototype_malice. Sleepy fluff and cuddles. (they deserve it.) 665 words, oneshot, G.

Chris Pike/Una | Number One

it will take place without witnesses by love_in_the_time_of_kohlinahr. Post Disco, Pike is struggling with the knowledge of his future, so he and Una play chess until stupid o’clock in the morning (as one does), and then he lowkey has a panic attack. Una POV. Also features sleepy sex, but it isn’t plot-important and can be skipped over, if you wish. 2k oneshot, E.

Overtime by Astronoddingoff. Una has Thoughts about Chris working doubles for the better part of a week. Also men get pegged. Definite sub!Chris. 7k oneshot, E.

Terminal Velocity by Astronoddingoff. Una pegs Chris and drags his favorite fantasy out of him. Chris is On Board with all of this. Implied poly!Chris (i.e. Boyce/Pike) and hardcore switch/sub vibes from Chris. 6.8k oneshot, E.

All for One by knightinmourning. D/s universe, where Pike had/has to hide the fact that he’s a sub to make (and stay) captain. Mostly reccing for part two, which has a fair amount of hurt/comfort (and also hints at threatened sexual assault and definite torture; be forewarned). Technically also Chris/Phil and Chris/Spock, but there’s no pairing sex, and part two is entirely Una’s POV. Series, 4.2k in two parts, M-E. Probably incomplete.

A Gentle Touch by jedi_harkness. Chris and Una shower together. Body worship, no sex. So Much Fluff (and also happy tears). It’s super sweet. 1.7k oneshot, T.

Phil Boyce/Chris Pike

Decompression by Astronoddingoff. Chris is elated by a recent treaty success and the time spent dirtside. Phil does his best to make him even happier. Lowkey sub Pike. Implied poly!Chris (i.e. Pike/One). 3.5k oneshot, E.

Most Pike/Boyce fics fall under the AOS tags

Una/Phil/Chris

Triangulate by Astronoddingoff. Sex pollen, but they’re already-kind-of-mostly in an established relationship. Recent miscommunications lead to angst. They all love each other and they’re all idiots. Lowkey sub Pike. Two chapters, 20k, E.

Holy by Astronoddingoff. Self-actualizing featuring religious guilt/conflict, i.e. Pike is a sub and religion is weird about enjoying yourself. 2.7k oneshot, E.

Happy Birthday by MeganMoonlight. It’s Phil’s birthday. Cue breakfast in bed. 530 word oneshot, G.

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quartzwriting · 4 years

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Christmas at Stark Cottage

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Reader (gender neutral)

Description: You and Stephen spend the first Christmas after the snap with Pepper, Morgan, Peter, May, Happy, and Rhodey. Even though you all miss Tony, he brought you all together.

Warnings: Might be emotional (has prompted tears from a few readers)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Originally posted to Qutoev for Christmas 2019 / Grammar updated

Part of my Dec 2020 Holiday One Shot Schedule/Master List

Masterlist | Fic Reading Recs | Ao3 | Quotev | Coffee

The Stark cottage was covered in a fresh blanket of snow, the cold wind and fluffy snowflakes blowing by as you and Stephen stepped through the portal and began to walk up to the porch and front door. The beautiful area dashed in white and the house decorated with bright lights and wreaths gave you the impression that this Christmas day would be an amazing one.

You kicked the snow off your boots and shook out your hair of snowflakes, Stephen following your actions as you both got under the dryness of the front porch. It was not snowing this much in the city so you did not expect to be bombarded with snowflakes. You reached forwards to knock on the door with your free hand, the other holding a plate stacked with your famous sugar cookies that were a hit every year. Stepping back to stand beside Stephen, you looked up at him and smiled. The happiness on your face made him crack a warm smile of his own.

This was the first Christmas since the blip, since Thanos was taken down and everyone that flew away as ash had returned. To Stephen, it was just another Christmas, but he knew you had a few without him and that brought a little sadness to his heart. You had told him that during those years you would spend Christmas day with the Stark family, making festive memories and teaching Morgan how to make your cookies. By the way you told the stories he knew you loved it, but deep down he could tell that with him gone it was missing something.

This morning he made sure to make you pleased, to make up for all those missed years without him. Christmas morning was just perfect. Just the two of you waking up in the Sanctum without a worry, exchanging the gifts you got each other and sharing a beautiful morning. You couldn't ask for a better Christmas, but it was just getting started.

Again you were invited for Christmas dinner with the Starks, a few more people attending alongside you this year. You brought along all the gifts you got everyone and were just waiting to step out of the cold and into the warmth of friends.

The door swung open, Pepper instantly greeting you with a big grin and a hug. She let you both in out of the freezing cold. The smell from the kitchen hit you, hinting to you the amazing meal Pepper always made every year. You saw that Happy, Rhodey, and May were already here and lounging in the living room, soon the house was full of greetings and wishing each other Merry Christmas. Pepper took your plate of cookies, allowing you to take off your coat and boots. She admired how beautifully decorated they were. Then you could hear sets of footsteps running their way down the hallway followed by excited giggles.

"Uncle Stephen!" Morgan ran up to him and jumped on him before he got the chance to do anything else and gave him a big hug. He was occupied with carrying the bags of gifts you two had brought, so he put them down so he could kneel down to her height and hug her back.

While you smiled at the two, someone dashed up to you and hugged you as well. It was Peter who gave a cheery "Merry Christmas, (Y/N)!" as he threw his arms around you. You hugged him back, glad Pepper was now holding your plate of cookies. He might have knocked them right out of your hand.

"Whoa cool necklace!" Peter pointed to the pendant that was around your neck, instantly recognizing what it was. It was your present from Stephen, he had got a necklace made to look like the Eye of Agamotto, a golden eye with a little shining emerald in its centre.

"Thanks," You smiled, kissing the sweet boy on the cheek, "It's my gift from Stephen."

Peter then held up his fist towards Stephen, enthusiastically asking for a fist bump with a dumb grin on his face. Stephen playfully rolled his eyes and accepted before the teenager surprised him with a hug.

You looked down saw the little girl looking up at you with excited eyes. "Come here you!" Morgan leaped up onto you in a hug as you laughed and spun her around. Her adorable giggle made you want to keep squeezing her in hugs, but you put her down so she would not get dizzy. "Merry Christmas honey."

She looked like she was about to say something to you but she caught sight of the thing her mother was holding. "Cookies!" Morgan cheered at the sight of the plate you brought.

But Pepper held them up above her so she could not reach, "No, not till later." Morgan pouted.

"Can I help with anything, Pepper?" You asked, helping Stephen to put your bags of gifts under the brightly coloured tree.

"I could use a little help with bringing the snacks and appetizers out, thank you (Y/N)."

"Does that involve (Y/N)'s cookies?"

"No Morgan."

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"So I take the tank, fly it right up to the general's palace, drop it at his feet. I'm like 'Boom! You looking for this?'"

Stephen just looked at Rhodey. He then realized it was supposed to be funny, but it was not. Rhodey looked disappointed that he did not laugh, but Happy was laughing at Stephen's blank expression.

"Why does that story never hit anymore?" Rhodey mumbled into his glass as he took another drink.

"Well, how you became War Machine does sound like an adventure." Stephen tried to clear up the slight awkwardness as he smiled.

"He tells that one all the time." Happy said, "That line used to be funny-"

"Hey!"

Happy continued, "but it's gotten old."

"Okay Happy, that's enough." Rhodey tried to change the subject.

As if in answer to his prayers, it did as Peter and Morgan entered the living space, wearing their winter coasts and covered in scarves, hats, and mittens. Morgan was clearly missing one of her fuzzy socks and she was skittering around the room, looking on the rug and between the armchairs to find it.

"What are you two up to?" Stephen asked, giving Peter a look of curiosity.

"We're gonna go outside!" Peter replied, giving a smile like a six-year-old trapped in a teenager's body.

"I can't find my fuzzy sock!" Just then she found it by the Christmas tree and quickly put it on. "Found it! Okay, I'm ready!"

"But it's starting to turn into a blizzard out there." Happy pointed out.

"Well, we wanted to have a snowball fight," Peter whined.

"Snowball fight?" Rhodey asked, sounding intrigued. "Count me in!"

"Yay!" Morgan shouted.

Happy looked at the face Peter was giving him. Like the boy was trying to convince him to come too. He gave in. "Alright me too I guess."

"Stephen, come on you too." Rhodey encouraged.

The little girl hopped over to him, pulling at his sleeve. "Come on, uncle Stephen. Come play with us." He saw the excitement in her eyes, also the fact that her coat was a little too big for her body made her too cute to say no to.

Stephen looked at the bottom of his glass before shrugging and downing it in one swig. "Okay, wait for me."

Morgan and Peter cheered in content. The group all got on their winter gear and slipped outside into the cold snowfall for some fun.

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You entered the living room to find it empty, swearing to yourself that you heard voices just a minute ago. There were half-empty glasses of drinks and eaten snack platters on the coffee table, signs of people but no one was there. You laughed a little but also wondering where everyone had gone so fast. Placing down a plate of finger sandwiches you were asked to put out, you straightened out a little of the messiness that had occurred since you last were out here.

Pepper and May were in the kitchen, starting to plate dishes and clean up with your help as dinner was going to be ready to serve soon. As you organized the coffee table, you noticed the roaring fire in the fireplace. The brightness called to you, you had to go and warm your hands near it afterwards. But while doing so something caught your attention.

There were a few framed pictures on the mantelpiece that instantly caught your eye. The first one was of Peter giving Morgan a piggyback ride, the smiles on their faces making it all the more wholesome. The next was one you took yourself and sent to Pepper. One of a candid picture of Morgan, Peter, and Stephen when you all went to an amusement park together, the carnival lights lighting up their laughter filled faces after Peter had dropped his ice cream cone down the front of his shirt. You were surprised she framed it, which made you feel really good.

The last one pulled a certain string in your heart. It was a picture that was taken a while ago. Near the beginning of those long five years of darkness. But this picture told you that it was not all darkness in those times. In it was a tiny Morgan, Pepper, you, and Tony having a picnic beside the lake. The memory of that day, the memory of Tony that day, came rushing back to you. You remembered Happy had taken that picture, right before Tony dragged him out to the lake to test out a little boat. Neither of them knew how to use a paddle as someone else was trying to do the same and ended up crashing the boat. You and Pepper laughed so hard when those two came back soaking wet in lake water, tiny Morgan just giggling as she did not know what was happening.

You huffed out a laugh at the memory as you looked at the picture. Then you thought about what it would be like if Tony were here now. Making everyone laugh and cracking remarks in between eating the snacks that were out. Constantly trying to get on Stephen's nerves on purpose. He would see how much Morgan has grown and just how much she has become like him.

You wondered if he was seeing you all now. His family, not just by blood but everyone in this house tonight, is still stuck together even without its glue.

The idea made your cheek twitch. You missed him so much. At that moment you realized that even with this being the first Christmas having Stephen back, it was also the first with having Tony gone. You told yourself you would not get sad about it as you returned to the kitchen.

"Everyone is just gone." You said, capturing the attention of the two others in the room.

"What?" Pepper exclaimed, looking up from spooning finished roasted carrots onto a dish.

"Yeah. I just heard talking in the living room a few minutes ago. Now it's empty."

"That's weird. I'm sure they haven't gone too far."

"Found them." May was leaning over the counter and looking out the window, a smile on her face. Pepper joined her, letting out a chuckle at what she was seeing.

You moved in between Pepper and May to glance out the window, and sure enough, there was a sight that made you smile widely. Outside in the backyard in the fresh and perfect snow, everyone was in the middle of an intense snowball fight. Snowballs were flying everywhere and the sounds of their faint laughter obstructed by the windows. The group did not seem to be bothered by the freezing cold or the continuous snowflakes that were becoming so large that were falling from the sky.

Stephen was cheating. He was using his magic to quickly form snowballs to help his teammate, Peter, attack the other team of Happy, Rhodey, and Morgan. You noticed how unfair it was that Stephen and Peter had the advantage of both of them having powers of some kind. But everyone looked like they were having fun regardless of the disadvantage some had. The smiles on their faces and their snow-covered winter clothes and their blushing cheeks from the cold made your heart warm.

Seeing them together, having all of you together, was something you would not trade anything for. To have this family together after so many years of being apart. And you had one person to thank for that. Sadly he was not here, but you knew in spirit he was.

Dinner was so close to being ready and the sun was getting low towards the horizon. You decided to call everyone in to warm up. They all came in, covered in snow and trembling from the cold. You, Pepper, and May helped the group shake the snow off their coats. Just to mess with you, Stephen grabbed your bare forearms and kissed you on the cheek; hands and lips freezing cold which caused you to jump back. He chuckled and threatened to do it again but you hopped out of his reach just in time. May started up a kettle to make hot chocolate for the snowball fight participants while you and Pepper worked on the finishing touches on a few dishes.

The whole family was in the kitchen, laughing and having a beautiful Christmas. The Stark family.

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aliendes · 4 years

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Natural Borns - Chapter Five

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Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, future smut - NSFW due to darker themes

Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual)

Warnings: mentions of sex in exchange for favors but it doesn’t actually happen, mentions of suicide, anxiety, and depression. Mentions of alcohol, tobacco, and drug use. Mentions of prescription drugs and medical stuff like blood. Insinuations of poly relationships, if this make you uncomfortable, this will be a reoccurring theme for the rest of the series. The boys love each other, that’s the point of this story. Mentions of skipping meals? If that’s a warning. Warnings will be different for each chapter from here on out.

Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it?

Word count: 4.2k ~

A/N: I’m really excited for this chapter! This is Yoongi’s backstory! Yay!! There is also some juicy info in this chapter that will be explored in the next one. Also, you guys voted for smut with romantic relationships, so please note that for the rest of the series, there will be smut, poly relationships, etc. If this makes you uncomfortable, I totally understand. If you want to be added/removed from the taglist please send me an ask! Enjoy!!

xx Des

Updated: 8/15/2020

As the day went on, and the sun started to set beyond the hills, your mind was plagued with the thoughts that this was all a horrible, horrible idea.

After you stormed out of the warehouse, the remaining four men in Yoongi’s room continued to argue about whether or not it would be a good idea to let you help with their plan. Seokjin and Jungkook were firmly against it. They felt enchanted by your personality and something about you was captivating to them. Hoseok and Yoongi were both incredibly unsure of your place in this family, not yet trusting of you. Yoongi obviously felt an attraction to you, but he wasn’t entirely sure it was anything beyond physical at this point. Though, he knew if he let it, it would fester into something much, much stronger. Whenever you were present he could feel himself start to slip. The cold exterior he always made a show of keeping up, crumbling to ash in his hands. He can’t deny the way his heart clenched in his chest when you ran out of the room. He wanted to run after you, tell you that he wouldn’t make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with. But he held himself back. He’s had plenty of practice holding himself back and not allowing his emotions to crack his icy walls.

Namjoon was Yoongi’s first friend in the facility. They were both ‘bought’ from their mothers when they were teenagers, and since they were similar in age, they roomed together at Big Hit. Namjoon had already been at the lab for a few months before Yoongi showed up, disheveled and scared. Unlike Namjoon, Yoongi had a very hard time coping with the fact that he now had to live in a cramped room with another boy, be poked and prodded and experimented on.

Namjoon had lived a pretty sheltered life, and didn’t have too many friends growing up. Yoongi was the complete opposite. He was seen as the ‘bad boy’ in his high school, always getting the girls because of his unusual good looks, smoking cigarettes behind the school, and causing trouble in his classes. He liked to think he had a lot of friends, but most of them were deadbeats who only hung around him because he stole cigarettes and alcohol from his mom’s boyfriends. Regardless, he enjoyed being out of the house and living his life the way he wanted to. When he was brought to Big Hit, all of that changed. His freedoms were stripped from him, even basic human needs were stripped from him. They would often go days without eating, only being given water, told that they had to ‘fast’ in order for certain experiments to work, or for certain blood work to be done. All of the torture they endured was ‘in the name of science’. Or so they were told.

Yoongi went through the stages of grief pretty quickly in the lab. When he first arrived, he was extremely upset, in denial that any of that was actually happening to him. He would tell Namjoon that his mom would come get him any minute now, and all of this would be some horrible joke she played on him to get him back on the straight and narrow, get him to stop skipping school and drinking. After a few days went by, he realized she wasn’t coming, and anger quickly took over him. Yoongi attempted to break down the door in his and Namjoon’s tiny room, to no avail. Eventually the guards sedated him and Namjoon had to look after him for two days while he sweated out the medication, shaking and dehydrated from lack of fluids. After that happened, he started to bargain with the guards or the doctors that would come take him into exam rooms, telling them he would do anything for them to release him, even resorting to offering favors in exchange for freedom. He never followed through with any of his offers, but he would later hate himself for stooping that low.

After a few weeks of this, Yoongi eventually developed severe depression, even being put on suicide watch at one point. After spending so much time together in their tiny dorm, Namjoon started to really care for the older boy and was extremely distraught over his behavior. He would tell Yoongi that everything would be ok, and one day they would get out of there. Some nights it got so bad Namjoon would slip into Yoongi’s bed and hold him close while he sobbed or when he woke up from nightmares.

Yoongi would sleep away days at a time, not eating or drinking water. Namjoon would have to force water down his throat when he was getting delirious and having horrible migraines that prevented him from moving around too much. Namjoon would lay with him while he shook from dehydration mixed with the meds they gave him. Yoongi lost his will to live, lost his will to do anything but accept what the lab was doing to him. There was nothing he could do about it, and while Namjoon had remained optimistic about their future, Yoongi accepted their fate and allowed the doctors and technicians to do whatever they wanted with him. He became a shell of his former self, not getting out of bed unless carried by Namjoon or the technicians, staring at the wall for hours on end, and only speaking when he was forced by the doctors. Namjoon cried for his friend, only wanting to help, wanting to get him out of there.

That was why Namjoon came up with the escape plan. One night, after Yoongi had been at the facility for nearly a year, Namjoon woke him up in the early hours of the morning. Apparently, the younger had been learning the rotations of the technicians and the guards when he was being moved from room to room. He would also listen in on their conversations while he was being given meds or having his blood drawn in the exam room, which was right next to the guard room. He didn’t tell Yoongi what he was doing because he didn’t want anyone to overhear them and ruin his plan, so Yoongi was completely shocked to learn he had all of this planned out.

Namjoon said that the guards would be on break in the guard room around 3:30 AM, and at 3:40 AM the technician on duty would rotate with the morning shift, who comes in at 3:45 AM and the guards would end their break around the same time, giving them a five minute window to get out of their rooms and down a hallway that led to the elevators. They both knew that this hallway led away from the exam rooms, and therefore, away from the guards. Yoongi was even more shocked when Namjoon pulled a keycard out of his back pocket that he took off one of the guards earlier when he was being given medication. That keycard would allow them to get onto the elevator and, hopefully, escape this place.

Given all the things that could’ve gone wrong, Namjoon and Yoongi’s escape went relatively seamlessly, and once they were out of that God forsaken place, they moved from place to place together, sleeping on the streets, abandoned houses, and homeless shelters, until they met Seokjin and Jungkook. Two men who were at one point, also housed at Big Hit, but released for different reasons. They would later meet the others and form the family they know and love today. Yoongi was thankful for the six men, living with them, and growing with them. They had a shared traumatic experience that they helped each other through, leaned on each other, and eventually developed a bond that they never expected.

Even after all these years, Yoongi still admired Namjoon and was beyond thankful for him for being there through his darkest times. Quite literally keeping him alive in the facility when he had given up trying. He owed Namjoon his life and respected him more than anyone on this planet. He never wanted to disappoint him and has been helping him find other natural borns to further his vision of equality, even if he didn’t always want to. Yoongi would much rather it just be the seven of them for the rest of their lives, but he understood why Namjoon pushed for this, why he stood up for others that couldn’t stand up for themselves. It was one of the many reasons he admired the man.

That is exactly why Yoongi is currently standing outside the warehouse, back against the large metal door you had run out of earlier today. The sun had set over an hour ago, meaning you had been gone most of the day. The others would have panicked by now, had it not been for Hoseok alerting them of your whereabouts. They were all shocked when Hobi had come into Yoongi’s room a few hours ago, letting them all know he had been watching you from the second floor, sitting on a rock down by the quarry. Jungkook and Seokjin had both wanted to go to you, but Namjoon talked them down, telling them you needed time to process everything that had happened to you. You were dealing with a lot, even now, and you didn’t even have the full story. They knew Namjoon’s words were true, having gone through something similar themselves. Though, they couldn’t imagine how you were feeling, having to suddenly leave your family with little explanation.

It was only after Namjoon pulled Yoongi aside in the hallway, telling him again he needed to fix this, apologize to you, even if he didn’t want to. He needed to make sure you stayed with them because if you didn’t, you’d be in more danger than you realized. Yoongi would never let Namjoon down, and so, he made his way down to the water to make good on his promise to fix this.

You were vaguely aware that the sun had set a while ago, sat on a rock, knees pulled to your chest, and face resting upon your crossed arms. You weren’t sobbing anymore, just a few stray tears falling every now and then. You were sure your face was red and swollen with how much crying you’ve done today.

The sound of the ripples on the water, the wind slowly blowing the trees around you, and the sound of chirping crickets was helping you relax, but with nightfall, brought cooler temperatures. Even though it was summer, it was still a bit chilly at night with how much humidity was in the air. Being right next to water wasn’t helping either. Just as a chill ran down your spine, causing you to shiver violently, you felt something warm being draped over your shoulder.

You startled, head snapping up at the new presence beside you, causing you to let out a curse as you nearly fell backwards. As you righted yourself, you were met with a pair of nearly black eyes that you least expected to see right now. “You’re shivering,” Yoongi coldly stated, face emotionless as he looked down at your pathetic state.

Way to state the obvious, you thought. But truthfully, you were thankful for the warmth of the leather jacket he had wrapped you in. You audibly gulped, looking up at him with eyes as wide as they could go, considering how puffy they were. “T- th- thanks…” you trailed off quietly, grabbing the sides of the jacket to pull it closer to you. You hadn’t realized just how cold you were.

“You coming back up?”

You mulled over his question for a moment. You were cold. And hungry. And completely and utterly exhausted and probably dehydrated with the river of tears you’ve cried today. Yet, you didn’t feel all that welcome in their ‘home’ and you were unsure if you really wanted to go back. Yoongi seemed to notice your hesitancy, taking the opportunity to say what he had practiced all the way down here. Talking wasn’t his strong suit. “They’re really worried about you, you know,” he uttered, softer than before, but still monotone.

Is that what he came all the way down here to tell you? You furrowed your brows at him, “They can come down here if they want,” you were pretty sure your brazen attitude was stemming from your emotional state and the chilly breeze, “they didn’t have to send you.”

Yoongi pursed his lips into a thin line, biting his tongue from saying what he really wanted to say, you think I want to be here? Instead, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose and let out a long sigh. When he opened his eyes, he saw you still staring at him, daring him to say something. He liked it, the fire in you. You seemed like a shy girl, timid even. He hoped you still had that fire after you learned what a horrible, unjust world you all live in.

Yoongi sat down on the rock next to you, not asking first, just making room for himself. You quickly scooted over, not feeling incredibly comfortable with him yet. “I’m sorry,” he began, staring down at his lap, “I was being unfair.” It almost sounded like the words were forced, like he didn’t really mean them, or want to say them, but you still took some comfort in the fact he was at least apologizing to you. Not that you thought he owed you an apology, but it still felt nice.

“No, you aren’t being unfair,” you murmured, looking out at the now cerulean blue water, “I’m sorry. Sorry I’m here.”

You sounded so small, so defeated. You reminded Yoongi of how he felt when he was first taken from his family. Scared, alone. Something in him wanted to reach out to you, comfort you, and he almost did, stopping his hand midair before it could reach your arm. You noticed his movement out of the corner of your eye and before he could retract his hand, you flinched. Actually flinched away from him. It was slight, but it still took Yoongi by surprise, jaw hanging slack, eyes widening at your apparent fear. Of him. Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever felt shittier in his life. Was he so cold someone was actually afraid he’d hurt them? He’s never hurt anyone in his life. Sure, he was a ‘bad boy’, broke his fair share of laws, but he has never, ever, hurt another person.

“YN -”, he retracted his hand immediately, bringing it behind his back, wanting to hide the offending appendage, “I - wh -” he wasn’t even sure how to finish his sentence. He watched you pull your knees closer to your chest and lay your forehead on them, letting out a breath you had been holding. You didn’t look scared, you looked exasperated, and he wasn’t sure if that made him feel any better at all.

You didn’t actually think Yoongi would hurt you, you’ve just been so used to people treating you however they want, especially in high school. Boys would push you around in the hallways, girls would pull your hair in class and steal your backpack from under the lunch table. After high school, men would pull on your skirts or dresses at the market while you tried to sell flowers with a smile plastered on your face, which inevitably caused you to throw away any clothes that weren’t pants and baggy shirts. You were relatively afraid of people, and even though you trusted the men who took you in and have been helping you, you still didn’t know Yoongi, or the type of person he was. Now you felt remorse at the look on his face when you flinched away. He looks honestly heartbroken, regret written all over his features. You shook your head back and forth, forehead rubbing against your linen covered knees.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed quietly, not daring to look back at the blonde next to you.

Yoongi’s heart broke further at the sound, “Can I touch you?”

Though you were shocked at Yoongi’s sudden query, you didn’t lift your head. Slowly, you nodded up and down, hoping he could see it. Now that you were expecting the movement, you didn’t startle as Yoongi scooted closer to you on the rock and gently, softly, ran a large, warm hand up and down your spine. Yoongi inwardly noted that your bones were perhaps sticking out a little too far, that maybe you’ve skipped one too many meals lately. Or maybe, you didn’t have access to them. He wasn’t sure. He had no idea what kind of home you lived in. He had limited information, and most of it was about your father. That thought made him remember something, “Pearl?” Yoongi whispered cautiously, not sure how you would react to him having this knowledge. Hoping that you would find some sort of comfort in it, since your friends and mother called you that.

You immediately stopped sniffling, body going stiff as a board. You sat up abruptly and looked Yoongi dead in the eyes, “What did you call me?” He could see the red rims of your swollen eyes, dried tear tracks being covered by new ones and another piece of his heart cracked off, swallowed by the ocean of his chest.

“Pearl,” he uttered again, a little more confidently, “isn’t that your nickname?”

“H-how?” You stuttered, staring into his vast ocean eyes. They held more emotion than you were accustomed to, coming from him. You gently shook your head back and forth to dislodge the tears that were gathering at the corners.

Yoongi visibly blushed at your question, quickly avoiding your gaze and turning his head to the side and removing his hand from your back. You momentarily missed the warmth. He looked like he was gazing out at the water, but you could tell he was embarrassed. You narrowed your eyes at him. What was he hiding? “Yoongi?” You sniffled again, which caught his attention. He bit his cheek and looked at you through his lashes.

“I- I’m sorry.”

You were even more confused now. “For?”

“Everything,” he let out an exasperated sigh, “for yelling at you last night, for acting like sending you to Big Hit was a good idea, and…” he trailed off. You waited a moment, tears forgotten as you listened to the man be sincere for the first time since you met him, “for going through your phone.” His words were quiet, so quiet you almost asked him to repeat himself, but after a moment realization hit you.

“Y- you went through my phone?” Long gone was the remorse you felt for leaving your friends, the sorrow you felt at possibly losing your family. In its place, was anger. An ugly, red monster that was brewing in your chest. A part of you knew it was irrational, but the other part knew that he wouldn’t be ashamed if he didn’t feel like he did something wrong. This man, who yelled at you, made you feel small, made you think you didn’t matter… had invaded your privacy. Namjoon promised he would shut off service to your phone, making it untraceable. He promised it would be safe in their hands. You wouldn’t let your mind trace this back to Namjoon, no. He did nothing wrong. You were angry at the blonde sitting in front of you, wide-eyed with a mouth shaped like an “o”.

He shook himself out of the momentary shock at your reaction, “Y- yes,” he dragged out before quickly adding, “and I’m so sorry YN, really I am. It was wrong of me, and I know that. I know that! I just…”

You cut him off before he could finish that thought, “If you knew it was wrong, why did you do it?”

There was a deep ‘v’ forming on your forehead. The face you wore didn’t resemble someone who was angry, more concerned. Or disappointed. Yeah, that was the right word, Yoongi thought. He felt small in this moment, like he was a child being scolded for stealing cookies. He sighed and looked down at his hands folded in his lap.

“I was scared,” was all he could come up with at the moment, feeling so incredibly guilty and having no other way to express it to you.

“Scared?” You scoffed, he hasn’t been acting very scared. In fact, it seemed more like he was putting on a tough guy persona to try and scare you. “Of what, exactly?” You were feeling brazened now, these boys were really bringing out the sides of you, weren’t they?

A beat passed before Yoongi uttered, “Of losing my soulmates.”

The anger you were feeling just moments ago, dissipated in tiny fractures until all that was left in its wake was empathy for the man sitting across from you. For the first time since you met him, you felt like you saw Yoongi’s rock solid wall, crack slightly. His expression was still blank, like usual, but there was something in his eyes that was calling out to you, for help. He was just like the others. Scared, alone, worried. He found a home in these men, his best friends, maybe even his lovers. Something you were just starting to realize you might be finding in them, too. You were all alike, in some way or another. All felt like you didn’t belong, and here, with each other, you did belong. If you could feel that, you can’t imagine what Yoongi must feel for the others, having spent so much time with them.

You look away from Yoongi’s eyes, staring out at the water like he had been moments ago, cracking under the pressure of his intense gaze. Biting your lip to keep the dam from breaking again you whisper, “I shouldn’t be here.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly, but after a moment realized what you had meant by that. “That’s not what I meant, YN,” he sighed and ran a hand down his face, “really, it’s not.”

“No, I know, Yoongi,” you started, not turning to look at him just yet, “I’ve been thinking about it all day. I don’t want to walk in here and ruin what you guys have, get in the way of your friendships, or relationships,” you blushed at the insinuation, “I should go home. We don’t even know if my parents know anything, or if they even planned on giving me to Big Hit. I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions, they know that.”

Yoongi started to panic, not just because he knew Seokjin and Jungkook would be crushed if you chose to leave, but because he knew you didn’t know the whole truth. Should he tell you? Namjoon would kill him. He didn’t want to disappoint his best friend, his savior, his love. But, he also didn’t want to possibly endanger you by allowing you to return home. He was already starting to care deeply for you and was terrified of the possibility of you getting hurt. “YN -” he started before sucking his lips between his teeth, contemplating his next words. At his silence, you removed your gaze from the quarry and turned towards the nervous looking man. He was wringing his wrist between the fingers of his other hand, a nervous tick.

You looked at him expectantly through long lashes, eyes still red rimmed from crying away most of the day. Yoongi still thought you looked ethereal, especially with the way the moon was reflecting in your eyes. It was like he could see the entire galaxy staring back at him, and it made him feel things he didn’t want to feel right now. Not when he was about to break your heart.

“YN I, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go back. I know you don’t trust me,” he rushed out, making sure you weren’t going to cut him off again, “just let me explain why I’m saying this. I haven’t made the greatest impression on you, and for that I really am sorry. Like I said, I was scared. That’s not an excuse to treat someone poorly, but I hope you can understand that I love the others more than I love myself.”

Your eyes softened at his confession. You could see the love they shared for each other, but hearing him say it really solidified your observations. “Namjoon isn’t telling you the whole truth,” he noticed your eyes go wide, at mentally slapped himself for the poor choice of words before quickly saying, “it’s not what you think! You are like us. You are different. And you are in danger. But Namjoon knew if he told you just how much danger you were in, you probably wouldn’t trust him. He’s not a bad guy, in fact, he’s the exact opposite. He’s saved my life once before and I’m positive he’d do the same for you.”

If you weren’t confused before, you sure as hell are now. They were lying to you? “YN, your parents,” he let out another sigh hating the words he was about to say, “they are the ones lying to you. Hyunwoo and your father weren’t classmates. They worked together,” he felt like a traitor, like he was letting Namjoon down, “he’s a beneficiary of Big Hit. They’re already paying for you.”

To be continued...

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Title: Fair and Square

(⚠️TW For my followers: vore)

A Pred POV From Jac's perspective.

🔸Audience: 17+ but still sfw, mainly because of the swearing and bad corny satire comedy🔸tw religious mention🔸capslock tw🔸safe v/ore.🔸 Half-size prey🔸 half willing prey🔸teasing Monster Pred 🔸 Nonbinary masc pred and prey🔸 and both are Ace Romantic partners so yay for /lgb/tqia r/epresentation 🔸

⚠️I'd like to consider this a professional s/hitpost because it is a experimentation and a introduction to something I have been loosely working on for two years (at some point I'll make a backstory post), this was all made for fun so when you come to my circus expect to see clowns, now for their names \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Additional character Info: [Pred (Jac) is a

C/apricorn Siren Hybrid. age 21. (He can turn into a human form but he chooses not to most of the time unless it's for ash because who tf would wanna be human in a time like this?]

[prey (ash) is a Werewolf. age 19.]

[Side character roommate: brenda a talking black cat whose kinda sketchy. Age unknown.]

And just in case you are extra nerdy for my halfwit characters here is their voice headcanons:

Here's art I made of them: (update: I'm taking the art off this post because if Tumblr pulls any sh*t with turning everyone's stuff into a NF.T leave my work the hell out of it.)

Jac: (Not the intro radio guy but the main singer)

Ash:

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𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗: Deep far into in the woods you couldn't tell if if left was right or right was left, it was all but seemingly endless dead leaves that would crumble under your feet and the twisted jagged trees that reach into the sky like lightning in reverse, it was always cold, the only sounds were the sound of wind tossing the leaves and the occasional caw of a lone crow, but if you walked deep enough into those old woods you would find what only felt like a displaced fever dream..a victorian house, standing alone, at first glance it looked abandoned that with the ivy which climbed the walls and the boarded up windows and tattered curtains, who could possibly live in a house this....trashy..but yet: In the dead of the night you could see the faint glimmer of a light being turned on.. there have been many foolish enough to come to this porch, come to this door, mostly jehovah's witnesses... How they managed to find the address is another mystery we will not question..like why is there a house out in the woods? I DON'T KNOW? WHOEVER BUILT IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE G/RINCH OF THAT ERA; but whoever did come to the house was greeted at the door by a gentleman of a short stature, he seemed so well kept together almost as if he matched the house which was weird considering it was the 21st century, but when you came into that house as soon as the door went shut your fate was sealed...and by fate I mean these criminals were going to either force you to join their peculiar gang or they were going to knock you out cold and drag you off to a secluded location where you would never find them again..the tallest one was usually the one to do this..but how he went about knocking them out is well.... that's not important right now, right now that tall bastard by the name of Jac was creeping through the hallway to surprise greet the gentleman named ash which we mentioned before...but why?...Well... There is going to be a lot of why's and similar to a/lice in w/onderland we might just not have them all so maybe going into the mind of this madman will clear some things up...hopefully....... I'll probably be coming back later...he has me held hos---.

Jac: "This is going to be so much fun."

𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗: he says.......

Jac: why am I hearing voices?....eh the medications probably failed me again like they always do... either that or it's that one creepy guy in the attic who accounts for everything I say in grand description... he's probably some sorta spy... he'll be dessert...

𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗: he slowly-................ ahem...uh...he slowly slides his hoof like hand across the old-fashioned wallpaper.. It was rich purple and green striped with golden stripes separating the two other colors, it looked faded from age and was beginning to peel, jac had to be careful not to knock over all the picture frames and fedoras that hung lining the main hall past the lobby or ash would know...ash knows everything is in a certain place and it has been like that..for a very long time..he doesn't want anything changed... nothing can ever be changed *vague soft sobbing*-

Jac: would ya just get on with it man? I mean even the clock has had it with all your yappin and now it's tickin too fast because you're given it anxiety, chop-CHOP!

𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗: his steps drew heavy on the old dusty wooden flooring with nothing but a cheap rug covering the hall, underneath they creaked as if they were going to cave in. He finally reached the doorway peering in, in anticipating seeing the middle aged maelstrom of a mind that was his belov-ed.

Jac:

"You were workin with your papers like ya always did, so engrossed in whatever nonsense you were writin

I SAY AS A PAPER FALLS CASUALLY FROM THE CEILING

That you were Blissfully Unaware of who was watching you.. oh how could-I help myself, you were such a square,

You always used such big words all the time to be emphasizin whatever crap you were tryna say to everybody that could have been easily said in like.....not 10 minutes, but NAH, you had to be all Fancy wit it like you always do with everything..and maybe that's why I like........no.....LOVE you.."

𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗: like me?

Jac: yes you, ya fuckin lunatic, now quit writing about our life and stalking me through the attic, it's gettin kinda weird, you're really that bored that you have to write our memoirs?

Ash: and a very royal f-ck you to you too. *And than he falls from a hole in the ceiling and scatters over to sit on his chair at his work desk like nothing happened* you know I haven't left this place in a month since my last arrest and you know we can't get wifi.

Jac: I didn't know it's been a month...wow TIME MOVES FAST WHEN YOU DON'T GIVE AF.

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(narration has switched to jac now) jac POV:

Author: From this point ash won't hear anything jac is thinking and "" marks will be used when something is said aloud or as their normal function (have fun with trying to figure that one out, as my writing style fluctuates. ;)

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Jac: Now ash........ya had this word...how do I say it...?

"Sapio somethin"..I donno, it meant being attracted to smartiepants like yourself...but you can't outsmart me this time...

He hadn't gotten any sleep, it was 3am, I really oughta do this guy a favor, so I grab onto the back of the collar of your shirt and drag you backwards in your chair with force, now our eyes are meetin except you are looking at me upsidedown, heh heh heh, now your bangs are a mess from the gravity...of the situation.. har har funny joke, but that wasn't as funny as your response

"What are you doing" you ask

WhAT AM I DOING?

WITH YOU?

At 3am.......hmmm so many things to do alone at night..... And I just say like a jackass "nothing. What are you doing up this late?"

"You didn't answer my question" ash says,

As if me giving him a answer is going to spare him any less, So I tell him: "I gotta be frank wit you pumpkin, I don't know, I was getting up for a latenight snack, and low and behold..the fridge was empty..and suddenly I found myself here......pretty weird if you ask me"

Ash: if you were coming from the kitchen than you wouldn't have needed to come down the hall from the lobby, I find that suspicious.

Jac: And I don't answer him and stare at him with a dopey smile on my face and he gives me the look...ya know..."the look" like..... W/ednesday a/dams.. after her brother just stole her doll. But he was so small that I couldn't take it seriously..I mean coMON, he's practically the size of a doll to me, he was the doll, I can take him...........whole. I come closer closin in on him holding him down to the chair with my hoof and his face still doesn't change and suddenly things start getting animated and by animated I mean ash started movin, like, a lot, he was going all over the place, putting up such a fit, and yet he couldn't get away, he started makin all kinds of weird snarlly noises..heh..might wanna get that checked out...I think the motor in his little head is broken... "YOU RASCAL, YOU RAGAMUFFIN BARBARIAN"

he shouts, "ah yes, all my favorite nicknames," I say "comon little fella, give another to me, I dare you."

"MONSTEROUS BABOON"

"Oh shit" I say "you have such a way with words. Now tell me in great detail what words you'll come up with as my dinner"

And than he really lost it, he managed to get out of the chair and started running.. I'm 14ft tall... He is 5ft2.. this guy ain't gettin far anytime fast..is that how ya say it? Hell if know, NOW TIME TO PLAY TAG!, The house was.. well he said it was a "victorian mansion", but by the looks of it to me it was basically like navigating a small storage shed, and it would probably be haunted if it wasn't for me scaring everyone away like I always do...but why do I...eh, hell if know..I don't know anything when he's around.........he ran around the house like a wind up mouse slamming Into things as soon as he saw me edge the corner. "All this production" I say "what is this? FastFood and a movie?"

And than he blurts out "YOU AIN'T GETTING ME BITCH!!!, AND THE CORRECT TERM IS "DINNER AND A SHOW" YOU HALFWIT BLOKE"

oh and now he's correcting me, I feel like a smarter man now "THANKS BUDDY!, NOW I'LL FINALLY BE ABLE TO FINISH COLLEGE"

That's it, he's gonna get it.

He looked like he was about to say something as he angrily looks back at me but than trips on his pointy toed a/cademia shoes and now at a snails pace I finally catch up to him, laying on the living room floor next to our broken vintage shitty Rabbit-Eared excuse of a TV.

But than our cat brenda gets in front of him and is all like "THAT DEADASS CHUMP IS MINE", And of course, I civilly toss her out the window... behind the couch....not sure where she went but I could care less as I pick ash up from his face plummeted position off the floor as he digs his nails into it leavin sharp nail marks all the way across it, I lick my lips,

"MIne all m i n e~...haHaHAHA!" and than he kicks me in the face and I feel offended but than remember that he doesn't stand a chance and I heartily laugh "woe to you little wolf, woe to whom attempt to defeat me with your skINNY twig leg, that I could easily break like a pocky stick if I wasn't so kind" and than he sCREAMS

"YOU'RE A BASTARD AND YOU'RE GLUTTONOUS" and than he interrupts his own ranting by sneezing from my fur. "AND YOU'VE RUINED MY NIGHT!!"

And I look him dead in the eye..... everything is silent and all that can be heard is the tick of our grandfather clock..tick...tick...tock tick, and I lean right up in his face.. than I lick it, and than I passionately whisper:

"g o o d." Than I slowly lean away from his face, as I see his eyes turn to wide saucers of destruction. Both our breathing is tense now, and I can see him start to crack..."is that a smile I see?"

He doesn't answer as his face scrunches into shapes never before seen by man in a attempt to hide his hysteria. I lightly take his glasses off his face and put them in my pocket..

He softly whispers "So war is what you want tonight dear?"

And I say "no sweetheart, it's pronounced

*V/ore...and by v/ore I mean you"

And he responds "no, you are getting that confused with the french pronunciation "vous" which means in english "you""

And my voice gets deep as I heavily respond:

"v/ore means: to devour..... vous"

AND THAN HE STARTS SQUIRMING LIKE A RABID SQUIRREL... I start maniacally and chaotically laughing

Ohh asher..you were always so cute when you got like this

One thing I knew bout you was how you hated everyone and everything, but you had a special kind of hatred reserved just for me, I could see it in your eyes

The disgust as you tried not to laugh and keep serious well I playfully drove you insane, we felt like tom and jeremy but closer, he was always so hot headed that with just a glance he could set my soul on fire..he always considered himself a p/yromanic.. I'm not sure what that meant but I was a maniac for him, the world was a c/hipotle restaurant and he was the main enchilada to my heart 💘

I think there was screams, I couldn't tell, they were muffled as I shoved him in headfirst into my mouth like he was cotton candy..if cotton candy tasted like a pumpkin spice cappuccino.. he had such weird taste in shampoo choices, it wasn't even fall.... But boy I was going to hog down on him like thanksgiving dinner.. now for my favorite part, the noodle arms, I could feel as he struggled graspin at anything he could..which was my shirt, I grabbed both of his arms and shoved them in swallowin more of him, he was so feisty going down, stuck halfway gazing into the abyss of my throat, I liked to refer to it as the tunnel of love but whenever I called it that he got crazier so I kept my mouth shut...as much as I could with his waist stuck in it, his shorts...tasted like...money.....wAIT A FCKING SECOND!! DRATS HE STOLE MY S/ATURDAY TACO FUNDS.. I'll teach em for that one, maybe he just won't come out, I don't know, haven't made up my mind yet, afterall he is on the border of the world and yours truly, he'll have a long time to think bout that in not so solitary confinement. After more squirmin tension and practically choking gulping him down, He slips into my empty stomach like a freezing foot in a wool slipper; Not that I know what that tastes like.. and maybe ash was right, I am rather gluttonous, my shirt even popped up all thanks to him, welp, it's not like he can blame me, it's not like I have anything else to eat, besides...... Cornflakes and that questionable dinner gifted to us, I am not touching that food.....

But how can I sob over being a poor man when ash makes for the richest feast of all, he wasn't too thrilled about it though, as I obnoxiously burped breaking the silence, I could almost hear his muffled "ugh".

"Ahh~ Man, for being such a square you sure make me round" and than he kicks me in the stomach and I go down to the floor like a burning blimp, I swear I could have heard the t/itanic theme, mayhaps that was the post-dinnertime sadness, like when we were at family dinner and I didn't want to be there and uncle phil called my gay cousin louie a-- AND THAN ASH KICKS ME IN THE INTESTINE AND I SCREAM LIKE A LITTLE GIRL

"Haha just kidding that tickled"

I'm not really sure what that chatterbox was going on about now, all I could hear from em was..."fis mrace mis urnmermry" He says indistinguishably muffled.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak food" and than he raises his voice enough for me to hear it clearly: "THIS PLACE IS UNSANITARY!."

"Aww what a shame" I say to him, I even spiffied it up for him and left it reserved just for him, but little goodie twoshoes is never satisfied with anything I do for him. I giggle everytime he moves as I walk over and plop down on the couch causing him to shake around in my belly like a drink mixer, he feels a little dizzy and disoriented now pawing at the walls as if trying to find a secret doorknob or somethin, but alas there weren't no doorknobs here, not in the ribcaged prison that is spending time with me. I lean back on the couch and kick my feet up over the armrest but because the couch is so small my legs go completely over it and by hooves touch the floor, I attempt to get myself more cozy snuggling up against the couch cushions, but than I realize the remote was all the way at the end of the coffee table, but there was no way in hell that I was going to get up, so I reach for it and reach for it and than ash's weight drags me over down like a anchor and I almost fall on the floor if it wasn't for the coffeetable breaking my fall. "You're lucky buddy we lived" and than ash yells "pardon my language but WHAT IN THE BLAZING HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU? wait- don't answer that"

And I casually respond "just doin a little hardcore p/arkour, baby, don't worry bout it, I got this all figured out" and than I accidentally knock one of ash's teacups off the coffeetable and it smashes on the floor to smitherines.

Ash: "What was that"

Jac: "uuhhhhhhhhhh *hiccup* something....that I'll deal with later"

Ash: "Ah. I see. EXCEPT I DON'T. It was my cup wasn't it"

Jac: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, HEY you know what we need?"

Ash: a professional surgeon, And lots of glue to put my cup and you back together.

Jac: no, I was thinking more uh.. *hic* that I could really go for some hot chocolate right about now

Ash: WAIT NO---not unless you use your own cup.

And than I get up having a hard time keeping my balance as I stumble aimlessly across the living-room and than I lean up on the kitchen doorframe like b/ugs bunny if he let himself go, than I hear his cracking little voice yell at me hot tempered: "JACKSON MALFREY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO-"

I cut him off midsentence: "yeah yeah, hold ya horses in there, we're almost there."

I'm kinda heaving and wheezing from how full he makes me feel, but I was determined and bullshit ready, so I waltzed through the kitchen, it's floor was checkered and that was the most noteworthy thing about it..which disoriented the drunks who would come over here very much, and I walked over opened up the cabinet and GASP.........*wheeze*

".........................." "Jac are you ok" ash asks with slight concern.

"Yeah, I just realized we still have 4 o/reos left in the cabinet that I can dip them in the hot chocolate"

And than ash sounds deflated yet amused as he suggests: "oh and well you're at it, we also have cookie straws"

And I dig them out of the cabinet

"Vanilla and chocolate swirl!... Oh I remember these!, it's been so many years since I've had one of these, this is just swell!, I can't believe you remembered"

And he replies "yeah, we were supposed to have them with coffee and biscotti, so don't eat all of them." And than I hear the sound of him irritatedly mumble complaints and I giggle "ok, thanks a million, pal, you're the best" after a short montage of me searching for my cup and getting too excited drinking all the questionable almond milk instead of using it to put in the cup, I come to my senses and pour the rest of the milk into the cup and than eat the empty milk container, he squirms even more and now his shirt is soaked "was that necessary?? Now I'm cold" and I say "Gotta keep the environment clean", I spend the next minute with trying to figure out how to heat up the milk now that it's in the cup and I don't have a microwave so I put the cup in a pot on the stove and the Magic begins✨

The pot starts to get hot and the milk starts bubbling and I sing to myself

s/tayin alive by the bee gees and bopping my head absentmindedly forgetting any time I rhyme it hypnotizes humans to fall asleep out of trance and ash passes out, I get out the oven mitt and pick up the scolding cup and than the oven mitt starts on fire and I blow it out, and than I put marshmallows in the milk when I haven't even put the cocoa in yet and they also start on fire, after mixing the marshmallows up with the mix, dumping cookies in and cookie straws, I put in a icecube to cool it, I stand there, looking out the kitchen window that overlooked the sun rising over the tree blocked horizon and our garden that in the summer grew all kinds of stuff like tomatos, and corn, and hemp, and sunflowers and brenda's coming at the window with a baseball bat, I lock the window and I drink out of the hot chocolate feeling it warmly trickle down my throat as it gracefully dumps all over ash and he wakes up screaming, not out of pain, but out of surprise. I start to get real tired now, after eating all those cookies and milk and hot chocolate and that stupid expensive shirt brenda shoplifted that brenda and ash were fighting over because brenda wanted to sell it but ash took the tags off because ash liked it. and adorable ash himself, it's finally all getting to me, and I slowly sink to the floor sprawled on my back like a dead man, and ash tells me I have to do his papers now, and I say to him "ok, whatever, fair and Square" and than I pass out snoring loudly and ash sighs loudly.

"..................."

Ash: "pig"

Jac: "What was that, backstabber? 👀"

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Author: ash can't hear the puns.

But he can feel them.

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An Annotated Mass Effect Playthrough, Part Seven

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Wherein we... talk to the crew. I didn’t quite make it off the ship.

Still, a lot of words.

Aka the nearly All-Gif update.

Didn’t get a chance to play ME at all this week, so I’m going to spend a few hours this weekend (double-checking to make sure screenshotting works :p) and have some real updates later.

So making it back to the ship from Therum, it’s time to talk to the crew. I maybe could have gone and talked to them after getting on the ship after the Citadel, but they don’t really have any unique lines then so, I usually wait til now to go chat.

First, let’s talk to Liara.

The thing that sucks about talking to Liara (or Kaidan, or Ashley, if you don’t want to romance them) is, you know, the accidental romance. Making “picking the Paragon-place choices = romance by default with NO WARNING” design was very Not Good. They fixed this in later games, well moreso in Dragon Age games than ME, (and Andromeda is done very well for this) but still. In ME3, the BackOff mod does a great job of making romance dialog more obvious and intentional.

Liara’s dialog choices I feel like are even LESS obviously flirting I feel like than Ash and Kaidan’s. Honestly with Liara’s most of the lines can be read and even said aloud as friendship then BOOM, all of a sudden she wants a threesome. I choose middle dialog options whenever possible with Liara just to avoid this. I’m not interested, never have been, don’t want Kaidan to think he has any competition. But seriously, it’s poor game design here that you literally have to be a jerk to a companion at some points to avoid having them think you want to bang. God, half of the reason I’d love a remaster would be to hopefully fix shit like this to avoid some of the pitfalls.

I hate that some people use this as a reason to dislike these characters more. And I’ll admit, in my early days as a ME fan, I held it against Liara, too, until I realized how dumb that is. I especially hate it when you get to the “confrontation scene” and people use Kaidan not wanting to be in a threesome as a reason to dislike him more? It’s not a bad thing to want to be monogamous? (And of course, it’s not a bad thing to NOT want to be, assuming everyone is open and OK about it.)

I just prefer to not get that scene at all now, and to avoid “leading anyone on” accidentally etc. My Shepard knows early on what she wants, and sticks with him all the way through.

I was going to talk more here about my feelings about Liara in general but uh, I guess I’ll do that later. This is already really long.

Here’s a great post about how to avoid romancing Kaidan while being rude as little as possible to him.

Well since he’s right outside the medbay anyway, let’s go talk to the LT.

Have I mentioned how much I hate the orange glow?

So anyway, I thought maybe I’d talk here a little bit about Why Kaidan?

I will point out here that I am mostly a hetero woman, so my choices in video game romances lean towards men first, though I’m also very cool with doing non-m/f romances in games, and often do on subsequent playthroughs of games I love, but that’s almost never gonna be my primary romance.

I’d already mentioned my love for Carth Onasi, one of the most hated companions in video games, If You’re A Guy.

By today’s standards, even the Carth romance isn’t that great. But at the time, it was the greatest romance I’d experienced in video games. There were a few others that were really good -- Valen Shadowbreath in Neverwinter Nights: Horde of the Underdark was the other really great one, but we also got nightmare fuel like Anomen in Baldur’s Gate (though that gets better with mods + the final BG expansion) or just under-written characters or romances like Casavir in NWN2 (who was much better with mods) or hell, either of your choices in KotOR2 imho. But I used to play KotOR over and over for many reasons, such as holy shit a Star Wars game(!!) and one where you can actually be a female main character AND has that great Bioware storytelling... but a big reason was Carth.

A funny thing about Carth Onasi... if you play a male main character, you have a very different experience with Carth than if you play a woman. And even I can agree that hoo boy Carth gets tiresome quick if you play a male, as a female you at least get to flirt and that calms him down and evens him out a lot. But the one time I tried playing as a male, I didn’t make it off Taris because.. yeouch I could actually see what the guys playing were so mad about.

But hey, that voice. Raphael Sbarge, I love that voice. So like I said early on in these posts, I immediately knew I was going to romance Kaidan the very second I confirmed he was romancable, before I even ran back into the ship and met anyone on the crew aside from Joker and Kaidan.

And... that only got confirmed more and more as I went through ME for the first time. The character is smart, and capable, and respected you, and never questioned your command, but made his feelings pretty clear along the way. He could be a little doofy but in an adorable way with some of the things he said, honestly there was almost never anything I didn’t love about this character.

I realized some time ago that I have a thing for the Paladin archetype personally.

This is Casavir, from Neverwinter Nights 2, and in NWN2, there are two romance options for women. An under-written Lawful Good Paladin in his late 30′s who is willing to buck his superiors to do what he thinks is right but also places you on a pedestal and holds back all his emotions. He’s a romance option. Or....

Bishop, a chaotic evil ranger who insults you a lot, threatens to rape an NPC under your protection, and ultimately betrays you.

Most people who played NWN2 seemed to prefer the CE Ranger. I loved the paladin so much I wrote fix-it fic that I never have gotten around to publishing anywhere to retcon his terrible dumb ending.

There’s a fan-made romance mod that helps with the romances in this game, though I dislike a lot of what they did, ultimately I always use it.

In Dragon Age?

Ah yeah, the Templar-Warden. Love him. He does have that “Oh I’m so young and experienced tee-hee” thing going on that isn’t my favorite, (at this point mostly because I’m actually in my mid-40′s so uh, I’m just Old) but otherwise, yeah, love Alistair.

Dragon Age 2, I mean I usually romance Anders but... I’m not real excited about either him or Fenris, or even either of the ladies, though I have done Isabella’s romance (as well as Fenris’) and enjoyed it. I’d probably romance Avaline (or Varric!), if she were an option. But yeah, Anders mostly because he IS trying to do what’s right, even if he... well. You know.

But Dragon Age Inquisition?

Give me that Blackwall-angst. That stoic guy trying to be a Warden who comes undone for you. You’d think I’d go for Cullen, but hey this game gave us two paladin archetypes, though one is merely pretending, he still atones and becomes what he was trying to be, one way or another, if you let him. I picked this paladin archtype first because I did not like Cullen based on interactions with him in DA1 & 2. I like him well enough in DA:I but Blackwall is my guy here.

Out of all the many, many companions in SWTOR, who’s my fave?

If Aric Jorgan isn’t a Paladin-type I don’t know who is, especially since any romanceable Jedi are uh, all your female padawans (don’t get me started) until Lana (also female) comes along.

Hell, in a very long-running 4e D&D game I played from around 2009 to 2014 where my character fell in love with our party leader’s son, married him and fought the final boss 4 months pregnant with our twins. That character’s husband... was a paladin. I mean look at this art my friend picked out for his character’s son:

I mean dang, who (of those who are attracted to men of this type) wouldn’t?

I always pick the Paladin. The guy who is gonna Do What’s Right no matter what it costs him, the guy who’s gonna be loyal, the guy who may bottle up his emotions or keep them under control all the time but ultimately does what it takes to get the girl... that’s my fave. And that’s Kaidan.

I will also say my second fave archetype is rogue-with-a-heart-of-gold, and that’s more of a Garrus or Varric (if only he were a choice!!! :( ) type.. aka my second choice in these games.

Well that was a lot more words on that subject than I meant to do, so I’m going to just say real quick here that what I love about this first conversation with Kaidan is that he’s already no dummy, he knows something is up, and warns you about it.

We’ll save talk about his backstory for another day.

Let’s head downstairs.

Yay for sped-up elevators! What used to take like 20 seconds now takes like, four.

URDNOT WREX.

This another place where Shepard starts out just sticking their foot in their mouths completely. I feel like this is something the game definitely has problems with here. Shepard should know a lot more about the Genophage, like they should have about say, Spectres, even if the player doesn’t. So basically every response you can give to Wrex about the genophage and what his people are going through sounds really insensitive. Comparing the relatively minor First Contact War with the entire galaxy more or less uniting to keep the Krogan from taking over after the Rachni war seems pretty dumb, and also like something Shepard should already know.

Loredumping on the Krogans a bunch with Wrex is necessary, but I think it could have been done better. Though I think there are a lot of questions about the Krogan and the Genophage that ultimately are important but go unanswered. I’m going to be honest, because generally I want my companions to be happy and ultimately I want the happiest ending I can get, I usually cure the genophage and leave Wrex in charge. But also I don’t think that ends up with the happiest ending for the galaxy. Everything about the genophage is terrible, how it works, how it was administered, what it’s done to the Krogan as a people, but let’s be honest, the galaxy will also be in huge trouble just from a resources perspective if each krogan woman can have hundreds (or even just dozens) of babies a year, who are gonna all live a thousand years. There’s got to be a compromise that, eventually, hopefully Wrex works out if he’s alive at the end of ME3 or the council figures out with Wreav or whoever.

It is kinda funny though that here, I basically met Wrex at C-Sec, told him I’d help him with Fist, sent him to my ship, and basically just kidnapped him to go help with the rest of the mission. He wanted to be here, right? I can only assume I’m paying him a lot.

Ashley!

I do love Ashley Williams.

I’m not going to turn this into a “Is Ashley Racist” thinkpiece. I’ve read a lot of both sides of this argument and no, I don’t think she is. Some pieces of her attitude do need to be kicked up a bit, for sure. She’s got about the same issues with aliens as most of the species of the galaxy have with each other, which sometimes isn’t great, but she’s far from supporting Terra Firma.

She’s smart, she’s funny, a hell of a shot, she’s being held back due to her family name. I would love for if someday a Wilshenko OT3 were possible. I’d do that in an instant. I despise the fact that you can only keep Kaidan forever if you lose Ashley forever, though I don’t see that changing even in a remaster. Please Bioware, for the super ultra remaster?

I know I need to do another run through the game with Ashley alive. I don’t remember too much of what happens in ME3 when she’s there.

I also love that her story is so much one of family. From her stories of her sisters, to the point that it’s her own grandfather’s legacy that’s holding her back. She’s so grounded, she reminds us that there are civilians out there we’re keeping safe, a whole world we rarely see, up in space and in the middle of so much military conflict.

GARRUS.

First of all, whew Garrus looks amazing in the lighting and with the textures with ALOT/MEUITM. Very handsome.

Interestingly, Garrus does not really loredump on the turians. We absorb a lot of what we find out about the turians more naturally. Garrus is more all about C-Sec and the general politics of the Council, of Spectres, of C-Sec. Gonna be honest, I expected C-sec to play into the game as a whole a lot more than it did based on Garrus’ talks about it. I mean it was always there, but Bailey ends up being the face of C-Sec

Garrus’ Law vs. I Do What I Want attitude is a nice way to do a non-goody-two-shoes companion story without having to go evil. I love that Garrus’ story kinda mirrors our own as players, how are we going to get things done? Shove a blaster in people’s faces, accept collateral damage, and do whatever it takes to get it done? OR play by the rules, compromise, and see if that fixes things.

The thing is though, Mass Effect actually is great at giving us the illusion of choice without making a huge difference in the end. Like I mentioned before... not bringing Garrus to ME1 makes little difference in how he acts in ME2 outside of a few lines of dialog. Lots of things are like that, like pick Ash or Kaidan on Virmire, and yes one is always gone, but 80% of the content is basically the same from there on out for either character.

There are games out now that do that choice better. Pathfinder: Kingmaker is one I can think of. Or Tyranny. Things you choose can alter the endings of those games drastically, locking entire paths out of the game.

I used to think that was what I wanted. Until I played Kingmaker and locked myself out of things I really wanted without realizing it. I stopped playing the game, sad that my LI dumped me and wouldn’t come back without reloading many, many hours worth of game. Despite enjoying the game overall, I still haven’t gone back. When I do play again, I’ll probably keep a lot of tabs open of walkthroughs and tips on how to keep things going how I want. Kind of defeating the purpose of the game.

Anyway, I got super off track again. The point is, Garrus is the companion that gives us the most Choice in who he is. Which is cool. He illustrates our Paragon vs Renegade dilemma. And it’s neat that it does make changes in some of the things he says in the future, but overall, his story doesn’t change much no matter what you do (Unless you, ya know, get him killed in ME2).

And therein lies a problem with Mass Effect, and video games as a whole. It’s neat to see the little changes, but it’s rare for anything to be an actual Big Change, because... that’s a loooot of work for a developer and how much more money is all that going to cost him.

At some point in the future I’ll point out how lucky we are for what we did get, though.

Heeeey it’s Chief Engineer Greg Adams! I wonder how many people don’t even know he has a first name? Anyway, thank you for your one short conversation in which you explain how the Normandy works (honestly, great job with explaining this, Bioware, even if the science is ???) and like three sentences on who you are. Wasted opportunity to give you an actual character. Glad you like Tali, though! See you in ME3.

TALI!

Okay, I will totally accept that Shepard doesn’t know much past the basics of quarian society. That makes a lot more sense than Shepards not knowing much about asari.

The quarians are so much more of an original creation I feel like than a lot of what we’ve seen in the galaxy so far. Krogan? Basically Klingons. Turians? Space Romans. Asari? Twilek/Space Elves but ALL Hot Ladies. Qarians feel like something new though.

I mean, I guess before they had to live in suits they were pretty normal, but their entire culture doesn’t feel like something we’ve seen everyplace before. I mean I’ve seen space (g-slur) but, eh not really.

And Tali herself is such a good character. I mean, she does suffer a little from being Very Important with her father being one of five admirals in a population of six million people but, I’ll allow it. Nobody else on the crew has Very Important Parents. I mean Garrus’ father is a little high up in the ranks but that’s a non-factor, Ash’s grandfather was but he’s dead and never seen, Wrex’s father is a chieftan but none of those is central to their current story or as big as this one. I mean, Spacer Shep’s own mother is a captain of a ship. Tali herself in-game isn’t that sexualized -- most of that was the fandom’s doing. She’s young but also confident and has her shit together.

She shoulda been a same-sex romance in ME2/3 though, damnit!

Joker. Is. Amazing. And uh, also shoulda been a romance option.

Hey first of all, how great was it that they put in disabled representation in this game. I have read a few posts on how it could have been better, and definitely agree, but it’s also been so important to have say, Geordi LaForge as chief engineer of the Enterprise and also Joker here, in space, being awesome on spaceships. And he really earns his the right to his bravado in calling himself the best pilot in the galaxy.

Also? Casting Seth Green was such a great choice. I couldn’t imagine Joker as anyone else. I mean this is Bioware so we expect, and definitely got, great voice acting (except for... ugh you know, we’ll get there in ME3) but honestly Seth Green was a particularly good choice. I don’t care that he’s covered with sixteen layers of plot armor, he deserves it.

He’s the companion that we don’t ever get to take in the squad. (I mean, except for that brief amazing moment in ME2)

I only wish in ME1 he had as much to say as in ME2/3. At least he gets cool snarky lines after all the major missions.

One last thing before we get off the ship for awhile, I love that the crew is actually comprised of both men AND women in ME1. With different hairstyles and faces, and even skin tones. It’s nice to see they didn’t just reuse the same guy over and over for the nameless NPCs.

Well, I guess they get names in ME2. :v

Anyway, I would like to point out, that there are seventeen nameless NPCs on the Normandy.

Then there’s Adams, Tali, Garrus, Wrex, Ashley, Kaidan, Chakwas, Liara, Pressley, and Joker.

That’s twenty-seven people and eight sleep pods. Let’s remove the aliens, who couldn’t fit in a sleep pod (Garrus and Wrex), twenty-five people. Are there people sleeping in the sleep pods now? There must be, right? Everyone can’t be awake when we’re on the ship just because we’re there? How does that math add up? Who is sleeping where, HOW DOES IT WORK!?

Well, that’s their problem. I got my own bed. Kaidan can share.

Also just... don’t get me started on how stupid this is. I mean it’s nice having a shop on the ship but... the justification is terrible. We all know it. He was counted as one of the 17 nameless, btw.

Okay well, I was going to get off the ship this update but this is already stupid long and honestly I don’t have too much more content to post so, I’m gonna go actually play this game!

#mass effect #kaidan alenko #garrus vakarian #urdnot wrex #liara t'soni #tali'zorah #ashley williams #jeff joker moreau #joker #annakie's mass effect stuff

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starship-squidlet · 4 years

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Kurta’s Moving Castle: Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: Leorio and Gon work on cleaning up the castle. Leorio gets more of a glimpse into Killua's abilities, and finds out more about his and Kurapika's contract.

Word Count: 2,049

Disclaimer: Kurta’s Moving Castle Preface

A/N: Reading the original A/N on this one was like a slap in the face 😂 remember when we thought quarantine would only be two weeks? Then a few months??? And now it’s been almost a year????? Also, I don’t think I finished any of the stories I was talking about here but I did write lots of others so that has to count for something, right?

Original A/N: Hey, all! So sorry for the long time between updates!!! I had been in "writing mode" for a few months or so, and then Christmas happened... Meaning that from early/mid October until early/mid January, I was busy building, running, and striking the Christmas show at work. I was doing six 12+ hours a day at work, and had no time or energy to write, and even after that ended, January was still busy with touring shows and other events, and I still lacked the energy and, even more importantly, the motivation to write. But! I'm currently laid off until at least May 16th (probably longer, realistically), so I'm trying to push myself to write more, and for more fandoms. I'm pretty sure it's been like a year and a half, if not longer, since I updated some of my fics ^^; so, one of my Quarantine goals is to finish a few in-progress stories, and get lots of stuff posted!!! Hopefully my creative run lasts a while, because I have lots of stuff I want to write and share!!!

Previous chapter: Chapter Three

Next chapter: Chapter Five

Somehow, saying 'we have a lot of work to do today' turned out to be an understatement. Leorio and Gon started by sorting through the piles of junk heaped around the main room. Gon told him what was okay to be thrown out, what needed to be kept, and what really should be in one of the other rooms upstairs. Unsurprisingly, most of the debris turned out to be garbage.

When the real trash had been sorted from the slightly-less-trash, Leorio set about finding homes for everything. He left Gon at the sink with the towering stacks of dirty dishes and an ample supply of soap, and started organizing the books, journals, trinkets, magical charms (according to Gon), spell and potion components (also according to Gon), and food first into piles and then onto shelves and into cabinets and drawers.

Once that was done, they moved on to actual cleaning. They dusted, swept, mopped, and wiped every surface in the room. They also built up a pile of laundry, between dirty rags, curtains, blankets, and other assorted fabrics that they found as they worked. This pile formed in the corner near the door, growing as all the other piles receded.

While they cleaned, Leorio intentionally let the fire die down. Killua was extremely unhappy with this turn of events, and made sure to voice his displeasure.

"Old man!" he squawked, down to a small flicker of blue and white, eyes flashing with fury. "Old man! I'm going out over here! Don't you dare let me burn out!!!"

Leorio sighed and went to the hearth. "Don't worry; you'll be fine," grumbled, using a pair of tongs to scoop what was left of Killua, plus the final log, up and out of the fireplace, depositing him in a nearby bucket. He noticed something heavy, just barely contained by Killua's fire, hanging below the log, but didn't pay much attention to it. He is a demon, after all.

Killua was irate. "Hey! Put me back, you crazy old man. Kurapika! A crazy man with tongs just took me out of the fireplace! Help! Kurapika! Gon!"

Leorio ignored the fire demon and started to scrape the heaps of ashes out of the fireplace. He bundled them up in an old blanket, tied the whole thing together at the top, and took it outside to pile with the rest of the garbage.

When Leorio returned, he found Kurapika holding what was left of Killua in his cupped hands. He blew into the flame, tossed a few logs into the fireplace, and deposited Killua on top of the fresh wood. Without a word, he turned towards the door.

Kurapika looked fresh and clean, and was dressed in new clothes. He'd even cut his hair; instead of the tangled, overgrown fringe Leorio had seen before, there was now an even row of short bangs, just long enough to brush against his eyebrows. He tucked his hair behind his ear, a dangling ruby earring catching the light, and offered a bright smile to Leorio and Gon. "Well, I'm off. I have some business to take care of. Leorio, remember—don't get too carried away with your cleaning!" He turned the knob on the door to the color black and whooshed out with a gust of wind. The door slammed shut behind him, and the dial clicked back over to red.

When Leorio turned back to Gon, he saw the sad look on the boy's face before he wiped it away.

"Hey, old man!" Killua roared from the hearth, full of vigor now that he was licking at several dry logs. "You better watch out! If I die, I take Kurapika with me!"

Leorio winced. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah well, there's a lot of things you don't know about us, grandpa," Killua's face narrowed into a scowl and he settled himself on top of the logs.

Leorio glanced down at a tug on his pant leg. Gon was staring up at him, amber eyes wide and earnest. "It looks really great in here, Leorio! I don't think I've ever seen the castle this clean!"

Leorio grinned proudly. "Thank you, Gon." He rested his hands on his hips, not even realizing that he had been able to almost completely straighten his spine. "You know, seeing how great this place looks has given me a fresh burst of energy! Let's get started on the upstairs!"

Gon ran ahead of him and barred the stairs bravely. "You can't go up there!"

Leorio arched a fluffy grey eyebrow and leaned in close, grinning wickedly. "If there's anything you don't want thrown out, better hide it now."

Gon groaned and hopped from foot to foot, looking back and forth between Leorio and the top of the stairs. "Ugh, fine! Just… do my room last!" He spun and bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping in his haste.

Leorio laughed and fetched the broom, mop, and a bucket of fresh water before following Gon up. The upper story was no cleaner than the room downstairs. Cobwebs and dust clung to the walls so thickly that Leorio wasn't sure what color they were even intended to be, literal piles of dirt and bits of litter lined the baseboards, and discarded shoes, clothing, books, and even the odd toy—where in the world did those come from?—were scattered among the other debris. It was also extremely stuff upstairs, so Leorio headed for a door that looked like it led outside, rather than to another room.

It took some doing to wrench the door open, but, once he did, Leorio was presented with the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. The scenery flew past them, a whirl of reds and oranges and browns and yellows, and even the odd pink and green, as they trundled along past a huge, sprawling forest. The grass under the castle's feet was still green, but going brown at the tips as the autumn weather grew colder. Above them, the sky was a rich and deep blue, broken only by a few cottony wisps of pure white clouds. Off in the distance, in the same direction the castle seemed to be heading, was a large blue lake, sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight, reflecting the color of the sky almost perfectly.

Leorio ducked back inside. "Hey, Killua! You're the one moving the castle, right?"

"Who else do you think would be doing it?" the fire demon roared back.

"Well, it's amazing! Keep up the good work!"

Unseen by his companions, Killua blushed proudly, his blue and white flames turning beautiful shades of purple and pink. "He thinks I'm amazing!" the fire was literally glowing, far brighter than before, as he began to lick upwards, encouraging the castle to move faster and more steadily.

Upstairs, Leorio leaned against the balcony railing, taking in the gorgeous scenery. A little while later, Gon joined him, cobwebs in his dark hair and dust on his clothes.

"Gon, do you know where we are?"

"Sure! The forest is the edge of the Visca Forest Preserve, which is a protected wildlife and biological area. That lake is part of the Milsy Wetlands."

"I don't think I've ever seen anything so gorgeous," Leorio breathed.

They were interrupted from their reverie by a shriek and a loud squawk, followed by a flurry of white feathers and a thud.

You've gotta be fucking with me.

Leorio glared at the giant bird, which had leapt deftly from the ground, across several points on the castle's side, and finally landed gracefully on the balcony beside them. Gon yelped and ducked behind Leorio. "What's that!?"

Leorio sighed. "She's been following me around since I was in the Wastes. I'd've thought she found something better to do after I left, but apparently not."

Gon quickly overcame his fear and stepped forward, offering his hand out to the bird, who immediately began to pack at it. He laughed. "Can we keep her?"

Leorio arched an eyebrow. "You forget: I'm not in charge around here. Take it up with Kurapika, when he gets back." He sighed as the bird gave him an alarmingly mournful look. "I guess that until he gets back, she can hang around. But not inside! I just cleaned, I don't want her tracking anything on the floors."

"Yay!" Gon cheered. "Hey, you need a name! I'm going to call you Chickey, okay? Nice to meet you Chickey; I'm Gon!"

.*.*.*.*.*.

Killua settled the castle near the lake that Leorio and Gon had spotted earlier, overlooking it and some mountains off in the distance. Once they were settled, Leorio and Gon got to work washing the laundry that had piled up while they cleaned, scrubbing it in the crystal clear water of the lake before hanging it on lines to dry—lines which Chickey was all too happy to stretch out, gripping one end on her beak while the other remained attached to the castle and running around with reckless abandon. They sat down to a late lunch on the bank of the lake, watching the sun as it began to brush against the mountain peaks. Silence fell between them as they listened to birdsong in the distance and the waves lapping against the shore. Leorio felt himself begin to nod off.

"Hey, Leorio?" Gon said finally.

"What is it, Gon?"

"Are you… are you going to stay with us for a while?"

Leorio stared out at the sunset. "You know, I think I just might."

.*.*.*.*.*.

Late that night, after Leorio had made himself as comfortable as possible on a short couch tucked into an alcove in the kitchen, the knob of the door slowly clicked over to the black section of the dial on the wall. In the silence of the night, the door opened almost without a sound, and a great beast stepped into the castle. Its steps were solid, but made little sound. Black fur fluttered weightlessly around its body. Red eyes glowed from its face. It passed through the room without a sound, then finally settled in the same chair Leorio had occupied the night before, propping its feet up on the hearth.

"Welcome back," Killua flickered gently. "You look awful."

Oh-so-slowly, the creature began to transform. The black fur retreated, slowly changing into dirty white, blue, and gold clothes. The hair on the head grew and turned golden. His face and clothes were streaked with dirt and soot. "We won't have to worry about the Spiders for a few days, at least."

"Hm," Killua reached out to grab a log from a pile on the edge of the hearth. "Check it out! Leorio put these here for me."

"Killua," Kurapika said softly. "The Spiders will find us before too much longer."

"Yeah, well, you're going too far with your whole 'vengeance and retribution' thing," Killua snapped. "You'll get yourself killed long before they find us. And where will that leave the rest of us? I'll be dead too, in case you'd forgotten our terms. Gon will be all alone when that happens. And what about Leorio? You said he could stay; that means he's under my protection, whether I like him or not. If we die, what happens to him? You know, the Head Spider put a curse on him. If we die, do you really think Chrollo will just let him go?"

Kurapika sighed and sat up. "Heat up some water, will you? I need a bath." He opened his eyes, revealing red irises that slowly shifted back to blue as he stood and turned for the stairs. He paused to peer into the alcove where Leorio was sleeping. A slight smile played over his lips at the sight of a tall, gangly man crammed onto a far too small sofa, all arms and legs and looking considerably taller and younger than he had that morning. Kurapika let the curtain fall back into place and went to the stairs. "Killua, don't worry," he said softly, foot on the bottom step. "I'll release you from your contract before I die. Just promise me that you'll get the two of them somewhere safe before you go."

"Yeah, yeah," Killua grumbled. "Although I'd really just rather you didn't die in the first place."

Kurapika gave him a small, sad smile. "Some things are inevitable, Killua."

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comicteaparty · 5 years

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January 4th-January 10th, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from January 4th, 2020 to January 10th, 2020. The chat focused on the following question:

What goals do you have going forward with this new year for your story?

carcarchu

well i basically have the same goal every year which is to cover more ground, i made the mistake of making my first comic be a super long 3 part epic so it feels like it's going to take me years to make it even part way through when i try to make my chapters longer however it generally leads me to feeling burned out so i still have a way to go when it comes to finding the right length per chapter that i can put out consistently

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

In Phantomarine (http://www.phantomarine.com/), this year I finally reach the chapter where all my main characters meet and start interacting - it's where the story truly kicks off. I've spent almost 2 years in setup/exposition mode, and I finally get to exit it properly. I'm so. SO. Excited. And I really want to take my time and do it properly. It's about to get very fun for me, and I hope it will show in the work!

Cronaj

My goals mainly consist of reaching page 100. I'm over 1/4th of the way there, and I believe I can get there before 2021. I also want to reach the introduction of one of the main characters, but I don't think that'll happen this year. This character doesn't appear until the end of Ch. 5, which is somewhere around page 170-180. Am I waiting too long to introduce this character? Absolutely.

eli [a winged tale]

I am almost halfway through Arc 1 and almost at 10% of the story Looking forward to chugging away at it and hope to reach the First Plot Point by the end of the year

kayotics

I guess one of my goals is to reformat chapter 1 for printing (I drew it at the wrong size), and then update chapters 1 & 2 for colors. I’d like to compile the first four chapters into a book, but I’d like all the chapters to be visually similar in color at least.

Tuyetnhi

Gonna try to finish two chapters this year and clean up ch.1 and 2 for printing its gonna be a lot of work but I know it can be managed~

snuffysam

In terms of where the main story will go - Book 3 just started, and Chapter 1 should be finished mid-March. Chapter 2 will be finished early-mid July, maybe even late June? Chapter 3 will be finished sometime in September. And then it's Chapter 4... which won't be finished until like June 2021 lol. But anyway, by the end of the year we'll be introduced to all the important characters of this arc (though we won't have had much time with some of them). Including a character who's so important, I'd almost call them the deuteragonist of the entire comic if not for the fact that they're only showing up 700 pages in, lol.(edited)

Past the actual story aspects - the comic will be celebrating its fourth birthday at the end of February! And, given that the first page of the comic was started on a leap day, it's technically the first birthday the comic has actually had. The upcoming short stories for the year are some of my favorites so far, so that's exciting. I'm also interested to see how the shipping contest & fan-art contest turn out. We'll also be reaching page 750 at some point this year, which is a pretty big milestone.

Deo101

I have a goal for my second comic to get it off of hiatus, and for my main one I would really like to make improvements in the areas I've received critiques! Mostly, I just want to keep making them for another year <3 I don't really have any goals other than to keep on going with it

(also, a preemptive congrats on four years!)(edited)

AntiBunny

Well, having fully reuploaded my archives, I'm letting them update gradually to hopefully attract a new audience over on comic fury. When it catches back up I intend to finish up Chapter 10, and with it book 2. Then I'll finally launch book 3, Coast to Coast, which will allow me to tell more different stories by changing locations.

Kelsey (Kurio)

Hey Vinnie! How goes it?

AntiBunny

Still chugging along.

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

The big goal for Wayfinders off course is first of all to launch! In start February (we will find a date today iiih!!) Then at the end of 2020, if everything goes accordingly we should have produced 7 chapters enough for a book Ah! This is all so exciting

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

Pretty much my goal is to just keep swimming. I hope to complete more chapters this year. I should be able to finish chapter one of my comic, Eryl, unless I have to take a long hiatus (which, honestly, is looking very likely). Ashes is less time intensive than Eryl and the chapters half as long (only 16 pages each; Eryl chapters are usually 30-35 pages), so I’m going to try and finish at least two, if not three chapters before 2021. But honesty, just getting what I can done and continuing to push forward is my biggest goal.

Mei

I only started My Husband is a Cultist last year in April (https://tapas.io/series/MyHusbandisaCultist) and my goal is to reach that first year anniversary and to keep the train rolling for this comic! I initially wanted to have the rest of this arc completed in 2020, but I've decided to be realistic as I will be making a grad film at the same time (yay), so I just plan to do as much as I can, and to at least have Chapter 4 completed before March, and maybe Chapter 5 after that! I have a lot of story I want to tell and it's hard to stay focussed on it, but I'm doing my best, doing a little at a time!

Phin (Heirs of the Veil)

My goals are mainly to become a little quicker and finish the second book in time for the Heirs of the Veils (http://heirsoftheveil.fervorcraft.de/) fourth anniversary next October. Story-wise we want to have all the bits and pieces in place to slowly approach the actual meaty parts of the comic and prepare well enough to finish it in the coming 3 years.

FeatherNotes

Our goal is to have our book fully edited, with help from editors and friends, so we can be more confident in it's true rendition. Im not one to stick to making pages perfect, but there are definitely parts that could use some attention! Other than that, book 4 is on it's way and it's always a main goal to get to print for upcoming cons!

varethane

My goal this year is to get to the end of the first arc of Wychwood! After a year of working on it, I'm roughly halfway there. I'd also like to lern 2 colour better.

Capitania do Azar

This year I hope to get a new book out!! That would be great and also you know, just keep going. If all goes well I can get a chapter out until the end of the year and that'd be cool (but also perhaps a bit too hopeful, since my chapters have started to...get bigger with time..)

SAWHAND

This year my goal is to start posting the comic! And, if it works out, I'd love to get the whole thing thumbnailed out by the end of the year. Fingers crossed!!

DanitheCarutor

My goal is to finish chapter 5 in less than a year. Up until now it's taken a year to finish a chapter thanks to work, chores and the occasional procrastination spell. But in December I quit my depressing job that was a two hour drive away, so I'm hoping to be more productive, even if I get part time work somewhere in town.

twothirty

along with finishing chapter 6 and 7, im also hoping to have all of book 2's script written and edited~

renieplayerone

My goal is id love to get the first chapter or two of kate blast printed

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Part 1 Episode 10 Thoughts 4/4

“Breathe! Let it in! Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Do you feel it?”

After Sabrina has signed the Book of the Beast and all that new update of power is in her, Lilith immediately reaches out to steady her, and she has such eagerness on her face as she looks at Sabrina and asks if she can feel the power inside her. Lilith knows that feeling, of going from nothing to something, from having a few powers to having so much power, she remembers that feeling of it coursing through her, and she remembers the thrill of it, how powerful she felt, the freedom and strength that came with it, how exhilarating and heady the sensation was. When she looks at Sabrina, she is relieving the day when she became a witch herself, which again is another mirror moment between the two.

I just can’t get over how thrilled and excited and eager Lilith looks. This is more than ‘yay, Sabrina finally signed the Book’; she is genuinely enjoying seeing this power course through Sabrina, of becoming part of the coven officially, and I think it really shows how much being a witch matters to Lilith (yes she is a demoness, but she is also a witch and was a witch first) and how much it is a part of her, and that she associates becoming a witch with being free, with finally having independence and equality. Power gave her that, being a witch gave her that, and I think, despite everything, she gets a real thrill in seeing another woman experience that.

“What we do now? What do we do to stop the Thirteen? And the Red Angel?”

I love that Sabrina says we, it shows how much she views her and Ms Wardwell to be partnership. Her aunts are her guardians but Ms Wardwell (i.e Lilith) is her mentor. And then Lilith has such a wide smile like ‘sweet summer child’, because Sabrina doesn’t yet realise that all this new power means she can stop them on her own, that the Dark Lord plans big things for her. I think at this point, in the euphoria of seeing someone gain power, Lilith is forgetting the risk of Sabrina being her replacement. She sees her only as a young witch, her student and mentee, who has such promise and power and is going to show the world what a young girl can do.

“Not we. You. The powers yours, not ours”

Again, I feel this is Lilith harking back to how she was when she gained her own power, the idea of something being entirely hers, that was all hers, that no God could take from her, that no man could forbid her from using. For someone who viewed Sabrina as an issue and dangerous competition, she seems genuinely exhilarated with her ‘upgrade’ and I think that’s really important. It shows where Lilith’s emotional instincts are when she’s not thinking of survival or self-preservation or the Dark Lord etc.

“Don’t you know, Sabrina? Hasn’t the Dark Lord already shown you what to do?”

When Lilith asks this, we flash back to Sabrina’s vision from biting the apple in the first episode, the very apple Lilith tried to stop her from biting, and I wonder if Satan successfully intervened and then informed Lilith of the update or is Lilith just presuming and then Sabrina is, coincidentally, thinking of the apple vision? But the way Lilith looks at her, pointedly, as if encouraging her to remember, I think she does know what the vision is.

I love when Sabrina says ‘it was one fire’ and Lilith just does this slight turn of the head with a smile, that just clearly says ‘Let’s go fucking burn a hanging tree’ and gotta love that energy.

“Dig deep, Sabrina. It isn’t just power, it’s rage. It’s the desire to change the world and the will to do it”

I love this because, yet again, amongst their enjoyable pick’n’mix of mythologies and their mash-up of rules, we yet again get something that harks back to true, real world witchcraft. Spells are all about willpower; you have to have a cast iron (pun sort of intended) belief in what you are doing, the spell you are casting, your intent. Casting is all about will and the desire to bend the world to your requirements and desires. It’s really at the core of it, so it was nice to have Lilith saying this.

“And then they went up in Hellflame, a gorgeous, searing inferno. consumed their souls, releasing their anger, until their charred bodies fell from the sky, like ash”

When we hear Lilith’s commentary, it sounds so satisfied, like yes, this was a glorious sight, to see them burn away in the very hellfire Sabrina summoned, but then when we cut to Lilith back at the cottage and see her expression, there is emotion there, something reflective and even sad as she speaks of releasing their anger and consuming their souls, and I don’t know, but I just get a vibe of internal self reflection here. Because when we consider how much anger Lilith has burning inside her, that has been repressed after thousands of years of abuse and survival, it wouldn’t surprise me for Lilith to see something relatable, a connection, to the Greendale Thirteeen, and then the idea that their anger is finally released, but their entire souls burning up into nothing as a price, when Lilith herself is lost within her own hellflame....she’s too intelligent not to feel that reluctant parallel and connection.

“And that as they say was that”

Not only is this a storyteller phrase, but she’s not sat up in the chair properly, clasped hands on her lap, smiling politely. She is in full school teacher story mode with Hawthorne here.

“All things according to his plan. Though I never really get the credit I deserve”

She smiles when she talks of things going to plan, but then she pauses, the thought coming to her, not an unfamiliar one, but perhaps an unwelcome reminder of one, as she adds about never getting credit, and the way she bites her lip, you can tell this annoys her far more than she says. The use of the word ‘never’ tells us that this definitely not the first time she’s had to do something on this scale, that her jobs for the Dark Lord are constant, and probably nearly always successful to some degree, and yet she never gets credit. As I said on my analysis for the exorcism episode, I think Sabrina thanking her is the first time that Lilith has ever been thanked for something genuinely in thousands of years. There is bitterness here about this lack of acknowledgement, but it’s brief, gone in a second, as she moves onto the rest of her conversation, because she’s learned there is no use in dwelling and she convinces herself that working hard will make it irrelevant, that eventually she will be thanked and rewarded...when she has her crown. So she forces a smile back on and carries on talking.

“The best and worst things happen in the shadows. Now, this is all my long-winded way of my telling you...I’m amazing teacher Principal Hawthorne”

As she says this and leans in and we finally learn who she’s talking to, we can see how this has come to pass. The way she stands over him, the way she leans in close, invading his personal space as he has invaded hers, this is all about punishment. The ‘real meal’ she’s having here is all about payback rather than hunger or desire. Here is a man who has harrassed her, pestered her, made demands of her, belittled her, seen her as little more than a woman of no importance, and she has been forced to smile at him, nod at him, do nothing, say nothing, offer no rebellion or argument. In that way he is similar to the way Satan treats her, though, of course, it’s on a lesser scale. But she can’t capture and punish Lucifer, and she convinces herself she doesn’t want to, and instead takes all that punishment out on Hawthorne. There is some twisted self-therapy going on here, and it is all about making Hawthorne feel how he makes women feel; vulnerable, trapped, defenceless.

“No one but me could have gotten Sabrina so far along the path of night”

This isn’t just confidence in her abilities, this is her stating a fact, and sort of harks back to her earlier complaint about never getting the credit she deserves. Because Blackwood tried to force Sabrina to sign, tried to trick her, and none of his tactics worked; in fact, he caused Sabrina to flee her Dark Baptism. The Dark Lord tried to frighten her into signing but it only caused Sabrina to defy him openly in court, hiring a lawyer that forced a compromise. It is only Lilith that managed to get Sabrina to sign the book, she is the only one who has gained her trust, the one only one to be in the Spellman circle of trust so-to-speak. She has done far more than anyone else...and yet no one acknowledges it.

And I think it’s insult to injury when Hawthorne says ‘Who the hell are you lady?’ because it’s sort of an outright audial reminder that despite her skills and achievements Lilith is often ignored and dismissed (I mean there’s only one religion of the False God that even really admits she exists). So when Lilith replies ‘Who am I?’ she looks so fucking annoyed and offended, squinting at Hawthorne in complete irritation.

“Well, I’m not Mary Wardwell. Though I do enjoy her body”

Hawthorne actually freaking looks her up and down here. He is trapped in a fucking chair and he is still mentally undressing her. Unbelievable.

“I’m the Mother of Demons, the Dawn of Doom, Satan’s Concubine, I’m Lilith, dear boy. First wife to Adam, saved from despair by a fallen angel. I call myself Madam Satan in his honour”

And then after being dismissed, after Hawthorne saying he has no clue who she is, Lilith lists off all these titles. It’s this reclaim of identity, the declaration that she’s important, she has a subconscious need to prove that she matters, that all these titles show that she matters, that everyone should know who she is. Lilith has identity issues, both in a ‘I matter’ way and a ‘I am no longer who I was’ way and this long list of names and descriptions is proof of that.

“But soon. Very soon”

She emphasises the ‘very’, which is her, yet again, convincing herself that she is going to be ‘worthy’ of the crown, that she isn’t being dismissed, that it will happen. She’ll be Queen very, very soon. It’s almost telling herself as much as it is Hawthorne.

“Once I’ve finished grooming Sabrina to take my place as Satan’s foot soldier”

This is a really interesting choice of words. Using ‘grooming’ instead of ‘preparing’ immediately draws comparison to sexual grooming, to preparing someone for prostitution, trafficking etc. Which is exactly it; for Sabrina to take Lilith’s ‘place’ means also suffering everything Lilith has suffered. The abuse; mental, physical, sexual, emotional. I think I said on another post how the season 2 finale has a lot of parallels of Lilith being like the older victim forced to bring in the younger victim, resigned to it as a way of life, but trying to make the transition smoother for the newcomer. And here we see the first parallel of it, but at this point Lilith hasn’t yet had her own developments and experiences and thought processes that make her sympathise with Sabrina. Here, she just wants Sabrina to have her shitty place, so she can take a better one. It’s all the markers of a long-term abuse victim focused on self-preservation and ‘improvement’ within the confines of their abuser’s boundaries.

“I’ll earn a crown and throne by his side”

Again, the reiteration that she’s almost there, that she will have a crown, that it will happen, that her life will improve, that this current circumstance will change. The repetition does hint at the self-denial.

“Who am I? I’m the future Queen of Hell”

Again, labelling herself by a title rather than her identity, showing that Lilith has learned the power in titles and the respect it garners, and how this is the core of her focus; to be queen, to be ‘worthy’. And here, of course, we get to see the physical manifestation of Lilith’s demon side. Which means they have given us three visuals for LIlith’s three sides/parts. Her first face, when she’s found on the road by Mary, represents her original self, the girl in the Garden, the human part of her. Ms Wardwell, the face she takes on in her ‘life’ as an excommunicate represents her witch side, and now the comic-book-Madam-Satan reference is the face to represent her demon side.

“I did so leave you leftovers”

I don’t know why but at first I found this cute, the idea that this is a constant bickering between her and Stolas, but then she broke his neck and ruined it. But considering the way he spied on her in season 2, I do wonder if he’s been a bit shitty to her over the centuries too, that perhaps even her familiar doesn’t give her the credit she deserves or appreciate her either, that he has become as dismissive as the rest.

I mean the way Stolas suggest the idea that Satan wants Sabrina at his side doesn’t sound as concerned as it could do..it sounds more...matter-of-fact-wake-up-and-smell-the-half-mortal. He doesn’t sound very concerned for Lilith, or even seems to be suggesting ways to ensure she keeps the crown, and I wonder if maybe he’s always been on Lucifer’s side, even before he was brought back to life. I mean in Blackwood’s play, we do see Stolas being the one to encourage Lilith to join Lucifer, and that he offers her ‘so much’...so I do wonder if there is more to Stolas? That he wasn’t quite the eternity long friend Lilith thought him to be...and maybe when she snaps his neck, that’s a lot of long, overdue repressed shit coming out?

“The Dark Lord wouldn’t betray by eternal service like that, Stolas”

Well, he fucking shouldn’t. Someone who has been with you from the beginning, always at your side, should be rewarded. But the ‘eternal service’ has very much a double meaning here, as I feel it encapsulates not just the work she’s done for him, but how much she’s suffered at his hand as well. Like she has put up with so much and that deserves to be rewarded too.

“There would be a very simply way to deal with Sabrina”

We see how wrong Liliith has it here, how much abuse (and society’s constant insistence that we view other women as competition perhaps) has controlled her reactions. Satan betrays her, and she kills Sabrina? That makes no logical sense. But when we view her as an abuse victim trapped with an abuser and thus she herself perpetuating the abuse cycle, it does.

And finally, with the way she snaps Stolas’ neck, there does seem to be a lot of repressed rage in that expression; I genuinely don’t believe that was just about this conversation. How many other times has Stolas said these things, what else has he said (we only ever hear him speak here), how constant has it been, had he been spying for the Dark Lord already and Lilith knew? Whatever it is, there were definite deep rooted issues here, and the fact Stolas falls alongside Hawthorne, making them ‘equals’ visually, supports that.

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soyster-writes-fanfiction · 3 years

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Progress Check

Main Priority:

Strangers on the Front Line – 3/10 done

mystery one-shot – 6/10

Side Priorities:

Fuel to the Flame – 4/10 done

Still Breathing in the Ashes – on hold

To You, Ten Years Ago – bakugo extra on hold

ya bitch is back again! a lot of stuff has happened since the last update, so please excuse my tardiness.

first and foremost, still no doctor appt for the hand. its super wack, i havent gotten any calls back yet. at this point im ready to call the american health system a failure. still, ill keep trying for now since thats my only real option. yay for three fingered typing!

next, spring break is coming up for me soon. i want to get some real writing done when it comes, so fingers crossed. ive made some progress, but its mostly hampered by how little time ive actually had to sit down and get to work.

i think that's about it with personal updates. support ukraine, and have a lovely weekend <3

#soyster #soysterupdates

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calorieworkouts · 6 years

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Greatist Challenge: A Month of Yoga, Week 1

Three days later on as well as merely a bit stretchier, I've come to the end of my very first (very brief) week of this month's Greatist Challenge: A Month of Yoga. Yay! And if you have actually made a decision to join me in this difficulty, yay for you, too! Let's rewind.

Wednesday I began off with an early-morning practice utilizing Tara Stiles's 'AM Yoga in Bed' on YouTube and also this 25-minute sound guide from Yoga exercise Download and install-- as well as boy, did I find out a few points. Allow's simply state I'm visiting need some extra-special motivation if I ever before intend to get out of bed to do yoga before 7am once more ... yet I'm working with it. I'm very inflexible at that time of the early morning. Influenced by my outrageous absence of early-morning enthusiasm, I've chosen one more among my goals this month is making it to a 7am class. We'll see how that one goes.

Thursday I went to just what is presently my favored workout of the week, Warm Vinyasa with Steven Cheng at New York Health and wellness and Racquet Club 23rd St. This 75-minute warmed session (the space gets to between 82 and also 85 levels) is possibly my excellent course. It's difficult however workable. It flows, but likewise pushes you to hold particular postures for a couple of longer breaths. And it suits everybody from beginners to super-advanced pupils. However just what I love most is that I've really seen my progression in minority months I've been frequently attending!

Today (Friday) I went to Alignment Yoga with Ash Aviles at New York Health and Racquet Club 21st St ( Listed as Hernan Aviles on the timetable for any NYHRC participants checking out along). This class is concentrated on relearning and also refocusing on the correct positioning for every and every pose, making certain the body is relocating efficiently, successfully, and also (most importantly) in a method that won't obtain you hurt! Typically, the courses I go to are quicker paced, so it was great to get back in touch with the appropriate means to do each pose, engaging muscles I frequently ignore (or even neglect I had!). Suffice it to say my thighs are going to hurt tomorrow.

This week was a satisfying beginning to the obstacle, and I'm thrilled for the weeks in advance! While motivation was a trouble in the beginning (6:45 is not a happy-making time for Kate), it's getting simpler. The last 2 days, I've awakened excited and looking forward to visit class. The greatest boost was a remark on my first post this week, claiming my obstacle had actually inspired one viewers to produce a listing of yoga goals, too. (Thanks, Yogidance!)

While I haven't really been able to cross much off my listing yet, I did determine to include some things! Here's the updated must-do listing:

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Styles:

Iyengar ISHTA Bikram Antigravity Restorative Ashtanga Kirpalu Caponyasa Katonah Yoga w/ Ropes (Ideally at Yoga exercise Union!)

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Poses:

Crow Tripod headstand Full boat Wheel Full Lotus

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Here's a consider my future yoga week, as well. I'll load it in further over the following few days as well as will tweet from Greatist's as well as my individual account with updates on where I'm going to class each day!

Saturday, February 4: Residence Technique (TBD which video clip I'll use-- remain tuned to Twitter for an update!)

Sunday, February 5: 11am STRONG course with Mike at Tara Stiles' Strala Yoga exercise (Broadway btwn. Houston as well as Bleeker, 6th Floor)

Monday, February 6: 5:30 pm RELAX course with Tara Stiles at Strala Yoga

Tuesday, February 7: 11am Yin/Yang course at Pure Yoga West

Wednesday, February 8: TBD

Thursday, February 9: Cozy Vinyasa with Steven Cheng at NYHRC 23rd St.

Friday, February 10: TBD

Happy Yoga-ing!

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oumiyuki · 5 years

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The Daily Life of Loving a Really Cute but Dense Vampire Ch24

Ch24 – Mother’s Day Special 2

Author Notes

So. I totally forgot to share updates here. Which I should but. Well. I’m here now! XD I don’t know if anyone reads this...but I still hope anyone who does enjoys it!

And I’ll still throw in my months back Author’s Note so you know my mood then :3 and could possibly gauge when I actually wrote this chapter if y’all feel like playing detectives XD

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Author Notes

So much I want to share~!!! XD

And I have been writing so many drabbles lately, I enjoy them, but I feel like I should concentrate on giving new chapters here instead. :3

Also, this is to celebrate me being officially back for a month now. XD (May I stay)

May you enjoy~

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Kotori sits beside her crush, stealing glances every now and then as she couldn’t help but be captivated by the gingerhead’s thinking face and posture.

Honoka-chan looks so cool… I kind of want to take a picture… Or sketch this scene… Or just look on and on…

“Kotori-chan.” Honoka breaks the silence out of the blue.

“Y-Yes?” The staring ash-brunette squeaks in surprise.

Ah! I didn’t say anything out loud did I?

“What do you think would be nice for Mother’s day?”

“Mother’s day..? Mm…” Kotori thinks for a moment; does she tell Honoka exactly what she plans to do or something like a rough idea?

Mother’s day…

“What will you be doing with your mum, Kotori-chan?” Honoka smiles patiently.

Honoka-chan is thinking of what to do for Mother’s day that comes this weekend…

“Mm… We’re going to eat together, after we cook together… And then we’ll just chat and eat cake together too… I guess my Mother’s day is kind of simple..?” Kotori was worried she’s boring her crush with her rather mundane Mother Day itinerary.

Honoka shakes her head which clears Kotori’s worries like parting dark clouds for the sun’s rays to shine through. “I think that’s fun and sweet of you.”

Fun and sweet… Honoka-chan thinks I’m fun and sweet.

Kotori blushes at that. “Mm… I think Mother’s day is where we show how much we love our mums and just…pamper them… I guess? I’ll help with all the dishes and prepare the movie after all.” Kotori smiles proudly at her plans.

Watching rom-coms with mum is always fun~

Honoka nods earnestly at every word Kotori says. “I agree! Thank you, Kotori-chan! I think I’ve got a great plan for Mother’s day now thanks to you!”

Kotori smiles widely, happy to have helped her crush who’s so serious in looking for an idea to show her love for her mum on Mother’s day. “I-It’s nothing…”

Honoka-chan is the sweet and fun one… I hope Honoka-chan succeeds in making her mum know how much Honoka-chan loves her!

Honoka’s huge smile shows Kotori that it wasn’t nothing though and Kotori’s heart fluttered away behind her ribcage; each rapid thumping telling the ash-brunette how much she’s so infatuated with the clueless gingerhead beside her.

“Yuuuukihoo~!” Honoka bursts into her little sister’s room with that infectious ginormous smile and excitement filled blue eyes. “I’ve got an idea!”

This Mother’s Day is going to be so fun!

“Don’t be so loud, Onee-chan!” Yukiho immediately chides as she hides a magazine under her pillow and pretends to sit calmly on her bed. “What do you want?”

Was Yukiho hiding something? Hm, oh well.

Honoka glances to the pillow for a moment before making eye contact with her younger sister; blue eyes practically glowing. “I’ve got an idea!”

“Yeah, you said that already. What idea?” Yukiho always tries to play it cool in front of her older sister; she’s can’t exactly pinpoint when, but she now finds it embarrassing to show how much she admires her older sister so forwardly like Honoka does.

A Mother’s Day idea!

Honoka seems unaffected though as she slides the door close, jumps from the door to Yukiho’s bed in one step and sits beside her sister. “I’ve got a huge idea for Mother’s day this year!”

I’m sure you’ll love it too!

Yukiho leans back, away from the gingerhead’s sparkling eyes and overly enthusiastic face pushing into her personal space but smiles. “What idea? And if it has to be a secret, lower your volume. The neighbours can hear us if you keep shouting like that.”

Ah. Right… Got to be quiet. Hehe~

Honoka laughs with a hand behind her head; sorry for being too loud. “Well…” Yukiho waits for the reveal. “I was thinking of a massage session!” Honoka says with excitement but not too loud this time.

Massages are a great reward~

“Massage session?” Yukiho repeats; wondering how it was a great! (read with Honoka’s enthusiasm) idea.

Does Yukiho not know what a massage is?

The questioning tone, pause and thoughtful look made Honoka think that her younger sister does not know what massage is so she decides to demonstrate her point. “Mmph! A massage would be a great present for our mums that have been working so hard! Like this!”

Yukiho raises both eyebrows as Honoka climbs further into her bed to kneel behind her and started massaging her shoulders; Yukiho won’t complain though, a massage feels good. “Mm…”

Honoka smiles wider since her sister sounds to be enjoying the massage she was giving. So she moves from the shoulder to massaging her sister’s arm. “Hm…” Yukiho hums in appreciation.

Yukiho totally loves my massage! Means our mums will love it too!

“It’s good right?” Honoka asks Yukiho for the Little Sister Approval, volume rising from excitement.

Yukiho hums a second time thoughtfully. “Mm… Massage my legs too, onee-chan.”

“Roger!” Honoka jumps to a stand on the bed and hops over to the floor so that she can reach her younger sister’s legs, but pauses. “Wait! You’re just making me massage you for free!” Honoka pouts when she realizes her little sister’s schemes.

Yukiho grins and leans backwards, her hands keeping her up. “Oh. You realized?”

“Yukiho~~~!!! You gotta massage me too!!” Honoka pouts and thrashes her arms back and forth as a child throwing a tantrum would.

Yukiho sweatdrops at the sight; thinking that it’s no wonder people will think she’s more like the older one. “Arlight, alright. I got it. Onee-chan, you’re being too loud.”

Honoka bounces in a banzai; hands left up in the air as a cheer. Her eyes sparkling from excitement to be the one getting a massage. “Really? Yay~!”

Yukiho chuckles a little. “I think it’s a good idea.”

“Right?! I’m a genius!” Honoka pumps a fist to her chest proud of her Mother’s Day idea.

Yukiho however had to tease as she smiled smugly at her older sister. “That got tricked into massaging her sister for free.”

Honoka pouts again. “U- That’s cos’ Yukiho is so mean!”

The redhead waves her sister’s complain off. “You’re always making me do things for you anyway. Massaging me a little is only fair right?”

Honoka thinks for a minute. “Mm… Fine…” The gingerhead grumbles, but really doesn’t mind to massage or get teased by her little sister who really does help her with a whole lot of things such as waking her up, helping her apply Maki-chan SP60, and taking over her shift to help out the store. “So it’s on, right? This idea!”

Yukiho smiles and nods. “Yes, it’s a good idea this time.”

“Hey. The other ideas I had as we grew up is all good.” Honoka smiles as she reminds her younger sister that pretty much all the Mother’s Day they celebrated specially was thanks to her brilliant ideas.

“Yes, yes.” Yukiho shakes her head though she agrees; her older sister has the best ideas despite her airheaded-ness to other things.

“Were you trying to find some ideas with the magazine you were reading earlier, Yukiho?” Honoka asks as Yukiho was about to massage her shoulders so the younger vampire presses down hard at the question. “Ah! Hey, hey, too much force, Yukiho!”

“You saw that?” Yukiho was blushing as she didn’t think she was caught the moment Honoka entered the room.

“My eyes are sharper than you think, Yukiho. And I don’t see anything wrong with that. I’m sure Umi-chan and Maki-chan are thinking of what we could do for Mother’s Day too~” Honoka says encouragingly.

Yukiho smiles at the image of their childhood friends fretting about something special to do this Mother’s day and chuckles. “Remember to inform them of your great idea, onee-chan.”

Honoka nods rapidly. “I’ll do that! After my massage~”

Yukiho laughs. “Yes, yes.” And she continues pampering her older sister.

Honoka always does as she says; so the moment she was done with receiving a really comfy shoulder massage from her younger sister, she jumped to her feet and made her way to her childhood friend’s house. Or at least she intended to but she was called down to help with closing. So she only got out of the house at seven in the night.

Hehe~ This time I told mum I’m visiting Umi-chan so they won’t think I’m missing or have to worry.

Honoka flaps her bat wings in the calm night air towards the destination of her stricter childhood friend; get Umi-chan’s permission first and Maki-chan will be in the bag too! Was Honoka’s train of thought.

Hm~ Front door or window? Front door or window~? Front door or… Window!

Honoka-bat sings in her head the choices of entry during the trip and the moment she saw the window to Umi’s room, she made her decision and flew in with a whoop and whoosh – entering as a bat and changing into human form.

“U~mi~chan- WAH!”

Honoka barely blinks and have yet to see the face of her childhood friend when she was being grabbed by the arm and shoulder, lifted up into the air (wondering why she was seeing Umi’s room ceiling) and then thrown onto the floor with a resounding thud. Her shoulders pinned to the ground by strong hands and straddled from the bottom as her attacker sat on her.

It took ten seconds for Honoka to wheeze out a disgruntled, “Umi-chan…” and another two seconds for Umi’s face to turn exceptionally red as she realizes she’s pinning Honoka onto the bedroom floor, their faces too close for comfort and the vampire that decided to appear out of the blue was wearing her pyjamas again; which happened to have rode up when she was flipped and roughly held down so that Umi’s keen eyesight was able to see the bare, smooth skin of Honoka’s stomach.

“H-H-H-H-H-H-HONOKA!!” Umi shouts exasperatedly and embarrassedly as she scrambles off her unaffected childhood friend, pulls Honoka up so that her shirt will not be not doing its job of covering Honoka. “What are y-you doing here at this time?!”

The gingerhead pouts at the bluenette who seems to be unhappy about her presence; childhood friends should welcome childhood friends to their house at any point of time in the day… or night.

“Why I’m here..?” Honoka repeats the question as she thinks.

Being flipped so suddenly made me forget why I’m at Umi-chan’s…

Umi’s eyes flitted from her room’s door and back to Honoka a few times as the rather forgetful vampire thinks. Umi for some reason was worried that her parents will open the door and question why the gingerhead was in her room. It won’t be a problem actually but Umi thought otherwise.

“Oh! I remember now!” Honoka beams as she remembered her purpose, she quickly grabs Umi’s hands and pulled her to the bed and further from the door to whisper in her friend’s ear. Umi tried to protest but Honoka’s whisper made her listen. “I’ve got a great plan for this year’s Mother’s day!”

Umi furrowed her eyebrows as she processed the words Honoka just whispered and turns to look at the gingerhead wearing a large smile, blue eyes gleaming with raw enthusiasm. “You came here so late just for this?”

Honoka’s smile falls and pouts. “It’s not just ‘this’, Umi-chan! It’s for Mother’s day!” Honoka whispers the occasion.

Umi-chan! Come on! Don’t be so cold!

“Yes, yes. I know it’s for Mo-”

Honoka quickly puts two fingers to her mouth and whispers. “Mother’s day.”

Umi paused to put away the urge to pat Honoka for being adorable before she continued. “That. But you could’ve just texted me.”

Honoka bounces back to happy and excited. “It’s important. My excitement for this plan won’t be able to be conveyed through text messages, Umi-chan.”

No matter the amount of emoticons!

Umi breathes out a chuckle. “I guess so. So, what’s the plan?”

Honoka bounced on the bed to face Umi and the bluenette wonders if she’ll regret asking; it’s Honoka after all; infamous for dangerously over the top ideas since birth.

Honoka remembers to whisper as she cups her mouth that’s permanently stuck on huge, excited smile. “We’ll massage our mums!”

“Massage our mums?” Umi asks while thinking about the plan; weighing how good it is, will it make their mums happy, and how they will execute it.

Massage is- ! Wait. Umi-chan is doing the same thing as Yukiho!

The gingerhead on the other hand had other thoughts to the bluenette’s reaction as she learnt from her experience with her younger sister earlier. “I’m not falling for that, Umi-chan.”

Umi blinks. “Fall for what?”

“I’m not going to massage you. I’m sure you know what it is.” Honoka explains with an accusatory look.

Though if I massaged Umi-chan, maybe I’ll get a massage in return… And that doesn’t sound too bad.

Umi shakes her head at that. “The thought did not even cross my mind. Now, why don’t you elaborate yourself?”

“Eh? Er, Yukiho made me massage her earlier-”

“No, not that. Elaborate your plan…” Umi holds back a laugh as she can totally see Honoka being tricked into massaging her younger sister.

“Oh.” Honoka nods as she gets back to explaining her great Mother’s day plan with Umi who listens attentively and seriously, nodding along as she pictures the idea in her head.

“Alright. I think it’ll work. Nice idea, Honoka.” Umi praises with a smile.

“Ehehe~” Honoka rubs the back of her head as she giggles happily.

“I suppose you’re not going to text Maki.” Umi states.

“Mm-hm! I’ll stop by Maki-chan’s house before heading back.” Honoka hops to her feet and Umi stands to see her friend out the window.

“Make sure you take NO detours.” Umi emphasizes heavily.

Honoka chuckles nervously. “I know, I know. See you tomorrow, Umi-chan!” And Honoka was out into the night as a bat again. “Good night!”

“Good night, Honoka.” Umi watches her childhood friend fly in the correct direction till she was out of sight before moving to her desk to pen down the plan before sleeping.

Honoka-bat smiles widely at the lights still on in Maki’s room as that means she doesn’t have to disturb a sleeping Maki who might get grumpy and upset and not agree to her great Mother’s Day plan. Pacing the balcony with her small bat steps, Honoka tries to peer through the window for her childhood friend.

Hm… I don’t see Maki-chan… Is she downstairs?

Honoka-bat tries to open the window but realizes she was using her wings which of course would not work. Honoka-bat blushes at her own mistake.

Opps. Gotta change back first. Hehe.

Honoka now with human hands opens the secret entry to Maki’s room with ease, slips into the spacious and ever-grand princess-like room and begins her “hunt” for her childhood friend. It doesn’t take long at all as Honoka’s sharp hearing catches the sound of the redhead in the bathroom and Honoka runs over to greet her.

“Maki-chan-! Oof!!”

Maki barely steps out of the bathroom, hair wet from the bath and in her sleep wear, she was taken off guard by a bumbling blur of orange and pink coming her way out of nowhere that she shrieks and smacks her towel into the stranger that has “randomly appeared”. However, in the process, Maki slips on the wet floor so they both fall out of the bathroom with Maki on top of Honoka.

“Uwawawa…” Honoka sounds her own surprise from the floor as she moves the wet towel that smelled of lavender away from her face.

This is like déjà vu…

After realizing who the surprise visitor is, Maki for her part was stuck between staying where she is – head hidden from Honoka’s view but on Honoka’s soft chest or to get off Honoka as quickly as possible but scold the vampire for scaring her like that.

“Maki-chan..?” Honoka asking if Maki was okay made Maki’s ears turn red as she reaches for the towel and plants it on the unsuspecting vampire’s head once more as she clambers off Honoka. “Uu-Mm- Muakwichwan!”

“It’s your fault for coming over unannounced and scaring me, Honoka!” Maki scolds after she lets go off the towel.

Honoka pouts. “But you don’t have to try to strangle me so many times…”

“I wasn’t. And you can go without breathing for hours.” Maki states as she takes her towel back and helps Honoka to her feet. “So what are you doing here?”

Honoka was going to comment about her not needing to breath but was more delighted to speak of her initial agenda so she grabs Maki’s hand so that they can go into the redhead’s room, away from possible parents listening in on their plan for parents.

“A massage?” Maki raises her eyebrows, considering. She thinks it’s a really good idea actually; pampering their mums on mother’s day – it’s sweet.

Honoka squinted at Maki to test if the redhead was doing a Yukiho or she was like Umi and already knows what it means.

“What?” Maki didn’t like the weird stare.

“You know what massage is?” Honoka asks.

Maki deadpan stares at the gingerhead. “Why would you even think otherwise?”

Honoka bounces to her feet. “So you all know what a massage is! And it was just Yukiho tricking me! Sheesh! I think I’ll get her to massage me again when I go back!”

Maki stares at Honoka declaring something really ridiculous. “Yukiho tricked you?”

“Yeah. She made me massage her, pretending she doesn’t know what a massage is.” Honoka pouts; clearly upset now even though she was okay with it earlier.

Maki chuckles. “Only you will get tricked that way.”

“Hey!” Honoka protests.

“It’s your fault for even assuming Yukiho doesn’t know.” Maki points out.

“B-But! It’s only normal for an older sister to think that her younger sister might not know something! Plus, it’s my great plan!” Honoka’s face was kind of flushed from the embarrassment of being the only gullible one.

Maki smiles at that. “Perhaps. But Yukiho is your ever reliable younger sister remember?”

Honoka puffs her cheeks at that; she always boasts to her childhood friends about how responsible and dependable Yukiho is to her, so it’s even more true that she shouldn’t have thought otherwise tonight and got tricked. “Fine… I’m the dumb one…”

Maki shakes her head and stands to pat Honoka; it was hard to resist since Honoka was acting all hurt and upset; her dignity as an older sister probably took a large blow this time. “Not dumb… It’s… Honoka-like.”

“What does that even mean…” Honoka was still pouting but she’s not so sad anymore.

Maki shrugs. “It’s a good thing.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Maki and Honoka both smile at that. And after requesting one more head pat, Honoka heads home.

Mother’s day rolls by soon enough and Honoka was as excitable as a teenage vampire can be as she jumped up and down, ran about her house to hurry and usher her mum and dad and little sister to the front door so that they can go out and over to Maki’s house where they will be gathering for this year’s Mothers Appreciation day.

“Onee-chan, you don’t have to be so hyped about this. You’re going to make mum wonder what you have up your sleeves.” Yukiho comments as she closes the door and locks up for everyone.

Honoka-mama chuckles merrily, her arm hooked around her husband’s. “Oh, I don’t mind, Yukiho. I love your sister’s energy.”

“See!” Honoka sticks her tongue out at her little sister for trying to throw a wet blanket on her enthusiasm but failing. Yukiho squints at her older sister in return.

“But I certainly am looking forward to the surprise~” Honoka-mama winks at both daughters and Yukiho places her hands on her hips in a ‘What I told you’ manner. Honoka puffs her cheeks out for half a minute before regaining her energy and skipping ahead.

“It is worth looking forward to anyways! Come on, come on, come on!” Honoka rushes ahead of her family; they didn’t had to worry so much since they were headed for the Nishikino’s so Honoka knows the way like the back of her hand, and Honoka was still within sight; especially with how the young vampire loves turning around to hurry them. Honoka-mama, Honoka-papa and Yukiho just chuckles and walks leisurely however, knowing Honoka was being way too happy-jumpy-and-hurrying which means they were early.

Just as the Kousaka family arrives at the Nishikino’s mansion-like front gate, the Sonoda family too reaches a few steps away.

“Umi-chan!” Honoka waves energetically at her childhood friend who returns the wave with one-third of the swing force. Honoka rushes over to hug Umi-mama and Umi-papa. “Happy Mother’s Day, Umi-mama! Umi-papa!”

Umi-papa does his low, happy chuckle before standing straighter. “I’m not a mother, Honoka.”

Umi-mama smiles lovingly at her as-good-as-own-daughter Honoka and reaches over to pat the smiley vampire who smiles doubly blissfully at that. “You know she means well, Juu-kun.”

Umi’s father smiles. “Of course, I know that. You know that, right? Honoka.”

Honoka chuckles merrily. “Yup! Umi-papa always knows what’s going on!”

“That’s my girl.” Umi’s father’s hazel eyes twinkle with mirth at the ever-energetic teenager.

The gates opens then to reveal the doctor-in-training Maki who, try as she might, was failing to hide her smile and joyful mood she was feeling at a family gathering like this. “Why not bring the conversation in?”

Honoka bounces on the spot and bounded towards the redhead. “Ooh! Let’s go in, let’s go in! Come on, mum, dad, Umi-mama, Umi-papa!”

Yukiho shakes her head as she steps up to quickly catch up to her older sister. “She’s all the energy we ever need.”

Maki smiles at what Yukiho says, Umi chuckles softly as her vampiric hearing caught that too, which naturally all the parents outside heard too so they giggles and chuckles in agreement before going into the warm abode of the Nishikino’s where this year’s Mother’s Day celebration was to be held.

Honoka runs up to Maki-mama who fortunately just set down the tray of tea and blood as the spontaneous vampire sticks herself to Maki-mama for a tight hug. “Maki-mama~~ Happy Mother’s Day~~”

The redhead doctor laughs at the young vampire’s energy while returning the hug full of love. “Thank you. I heard you’ve got an amazing surprise for us cued?”

Honoka nods exuberantly. “Yup! Maki-chan, Umi-chan, Yukiho~! Let’s go~!” Honoka pumps her fists in the air as she hurries up the stairs to get the equipment necessary for their surprise.

Maki twirls her hair where she stands in the living room. “My role is to apparently make conversation while Honoka set up… But I’m sure you all have much to catch up with.”

Each parent have already took a seat around the exquisite and sure to be expensive couches like they were in their own homes; which isn’t wrong to say since they were so close and frequently visit each other every now and then. Maki-papa speaks up first, saving his daughter from having to start conversations which the teenage doctor-to-be wasn’t best at. “I see you brought us your delicious manjuus, Taiho. Hope you didn’t mistake the filling. Else I’ll be the only one left out of that snack.”

Taiho, Honoka’s dad grins and uncross his arms from his broad chest to reach over and open the boxes of manjuu he brought over, courtesy reminder from his wife to bring just before they left their house too. “I don’t mistake what my customers want to eat, Ken’ichi. I’ve got a wife to remind me not to.”

Honoka’s mum smiles at the indirect compliment from her usually soft-spoken husband when in front of others, then again, the Nishikinos and Sonodas are nowhere classified under ‘others’. “A grand total of three reminders. We can see where Honoka gets her scatterbrain side from.” Honoka’s mum winks while Taiho grunts.

Umi’s father chuckles as he takes a Blood O manjuu to pop into his mouth. “I quite like Honoka’s scatterbrain nature… It makes her unpredictable… Mm! Marvellous, Taiho! Your manjuu are simply the best. Here, Mirei.” Umi’s father takes a Blood A manjuu for his wife to eat.

Mirei gracefully accepts and takes a neat bite out of her favourite manjuu. “Mm… I never have to doubt the quality.”

Honoka’s mum laughs. “Compliment him too much and he might get a big head, Mirei-chan, Juu-kun.”

Both Sonoda parents shook their head as they went for seconds, Umi’s father saying what was on his wife’s mind too. “This are worth the compliments. And his big head.”

Maki’s mum giggles as she finished her manjuu too (the not bloody ones). “It certainly is. Has Honoka mastered to make these too?”

Maki’s dad’s violet eyes sparkled behind his rimless glasses. “I would like to try that too.”

Taiho smiles proudly but keeps mum about his older daugter’s manjuu making skills. Honoka’s mum grins but stays silent too; secrets are so fun to keep as husband and wife.

Before anyone can ask again, the vampire teenagers seemed to be done with setting up their surprise as Yukiho approaches. “Um… Shall we..?”

Maki giggles beside Yukiho’s apprehensive invite. Yukiho blushes a bit at that; she couldn’t help but feel like she needed to show more respect considering she’s the youngest around after all. “Let’s all look in the direction of Honoka now.” Maki stands straighter, gestures a hand towards her childhood friend as she feigns a Magician’s low but firm guiding voice.

All six parents looks over to see a ball of energy patting three gorgeous single beds on the other side of the large living room; the gingerhead was smiling so broadly it made all of them reflect the same smile as they got off the comforts of the lush couches to go over to where Honoka and Umi were waiting.

“And what have we got here?” Maki’s mum asks, fine dark red brow raised questioningly though she smiles - patient and looking forward for the explanation.

Umi glances over to see Honoka still smiling widely like the answer is obvious from her mega-watt smile and overly enthusiastic patting of the beds in front of her. The bluenette dismisses a sigh, her lips rises into a smile, and she helps lead the explanation. “Maki-mama, Honoka-mama, Mother… Honoka came up with an… interesting idea-”

“Hey!” Honoka pouts at Umi for the lacklustre descriptor used.

Umi simply grins and continues. “…this Mother’s Day. Where we will all pamper you with massages – each of us, each a time.”

Honoka forgets the pout in the next second as she steps up to usher Maki-mama onto the bed closer to her. “Maki-mama, lie here!”

Maki twirls her hair twice, stalling time to put away the embarrassed side of her before she does the gentlemanly gesture once more towards the bed. “U-Umi-mama… Lay here.”

Umi smiles to Honoka-mama who was already making her way over to her side. “I get this bed then?”

Umi nods. “Lay on your front and simply relax.”

Honoka-mama chuckles as she climbs onto the bed but notices that Maki’s mum had to change from her sunbathing position to lie on her stomach since her daughter did not gave the ‘lay on your front’ instruction; Umi’s mum was spared from the need to change since she already took the correct position without being told or being ushered by a forgetful and energetic teenage vampire.

The three fathers watch with smiles and even commented that they want a massage too; in which Honoka was quick to reply with ‘If you’re a mama, then you get to’ and Maki’s dad responds with ‘I think I’m a mum today.’ And everyone laughs. After much merry chatter and rotation massages, the fathers agreed to take a seat and chat, leaving their wives and children to continue their massage session which they joked about receiving when Father’s day rolls by next month.

Maki-mama lets out a loud blissful sigh as Honoka massages Maki-mama’s shoulders. “Mm~ Honoka is so sweet… It’ll be great to have you as another daughter…”

Umi-mama beside hums as she enjoyed her massage too and in agreement with her redhead friend. “Honoka makes a very good daughter, indeed.”

Maki and Umi tenses mid-massage at their mum’s comments.

Honoka simply giggles. “I am Maki-mama and Umi-mama’s daughter already! Or at least… I see Umi-mama and Maki-mama as my mum too~ Is that okay? Hehe~” Honoka’s massage slows as she asks bashfully.

Umi-mama and Maki-mama both props themselves up a little and puts a hand on Honoka’s as they were genuinely touched by the young gingerhead’s sincerity. “Aww, we do see you as our own daughter already too~”

Umi-mama nods as she keeps eye contact with Honoka. “You’re our daughter too since you were in Maho’s womb.”

Maho, Honoka’s mum chuckles from her side of the bed. “That’s right, Honoka. Your Umi-mama and Maki-mama both declared themselves your Godmother, if not second mums the moment they heard I was pregnant with you.” Maho chuckles once more at the memory of her best friends’ declaration to care and love her daughter as theirs even before Honoka saw her first night.

Honoka beams. “Aww~! I love you, Maki-mama! Umi-mama!”

“We love you too.” Umi-mama comments.

Maki-mama smiles as Honoka continues massaging her arms. “Maho, you know you declared a mum to my daughter too, right?”

Maho laughs. “Oh, of course I do. Maki and Umi are as good as my daughters as Honoka and Yukiho are!”

Maki focuses on massaging to hide her happy blushing expression; everyone could tell. Umi put in more strength to her massages to ensure that Honoka-mama gets the best massage before saying her appreciation for loving her as their own daughter too.

The mood of the massage session was warm, slow, heartful and filled with happy chatter in between ‘ooh’s and ‘mm’s. Later they had more snacks, fun-filled laughter in between conversations and played some Mother Day-edited games too – Honoka was praised multiple times for coming up with such a great! Mother’s Day celebration idea in which the simple-minded vampire smiles broadly each time but adds, “My ideas are great because there’s Umi-chan, Maki-chan, Yukiho, and Umi-mama, Maki-mama, and mum!”

Honoka really, always, naturally, unintentionally makes everyone so happy and want to love her more; which they won’t say no to.

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Author Notes

I’m honestly surprised that this special chapter became SO long! XD But I’m sure no one is complaining. XD Vampire shenanigans and showering parents with love is what they do! XD

And I took a while to think of names for each of the parents. XD I always love names having meanings~ So yes! They each have a meaning which I may or may not reveal in the story. hahas. XD I hope it didn't confuse any of you. OwO I otherwise kept with just using 'Umi-mama' or 'Maki-mama' and 'Honoka's dad' when I refer to them; but well~ XD I had to add the names for when the parents converse! XD

I hope everyone enjoyed this! XD

Leave me comments, favourite and/or follow this to let me know what y’all think of this chappie~ *O* They always motivate me to write more and I’m eternally grateful for that! :D

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lemon-writings · 5 years

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Little Writing Update

What’s up this time?

Thanksgiving break is always a weird time for me and my writing, so I’m just going to wrap it all up in this little writing update.

First of all, I was working on Lessons in Humanity from a Future Physicist, and I got into a groove. A huge groove. As in, from 11:00-1:30, I was writing non-stop. This hasn’t happened in a really long time, so that’s why it’s such a huge deal to me. I wrote a super emotionally-charged scene that I’ve been waiting to write for, like, forever.

Secondly, I’ve been putting together a portfolio of my works for a college. I'm not going to share any of these, because portfolio, but I feel pretty confident in my work. Nervous, but confident.

Thirdly, but tangentially related to the portfolio, I was writing a scene from Jeez Take the Wheel that I started in my writing notebook (actually using something I wrote in my notebook? I am shook), and I had so much fun. It’s a really tense scene with Ambiel and Lucy talking about plot stuff. Most of the time, I have difficultly writing dialogue with deeper meaning, so this scene is really carefully written.

Excerpt

Lucy sits on the front porch, an untouched cup of chai sitting by his side, a copy of Paradise Lost next to it. He’s smoking a cigarette, the burning remains of others sitting in the ashtray on his other side. He looks a little less than immaculate, hair not yet slicked back, red button-up rumpled, hand shaking as he smokes.

Ambiel opens the door quietly, standing inhumanly skill. “Lucy,” he says finally, “come inside. Please?”

“I’m just out for a smoke,” Lucy dismisses. “I’ll be in soon.”

“You’re still out here.” Ambiel sits next to Lucy and the ashtray, leaving enough space between them for Lucy to extinguish his cigarettes without touching Ambiel. “It bothers you,” Ambiel says.

“She bothers me, yes.” Lucy looks up towards the sky with poison in his face. It twists his handsome, dark face into something rageful.

“She’s always been vindictive.”

Lucy takes a long drag of his cigarette, laughing humorlessly. “Vindictive, yes.”

“I don’t like her, either.”

“You chose to leave. I didn’t.” Lucy’s words come out with a cloud of smoke, laced with nicotine and the sort of rage almost older than the Earth itself. “I had no choice. No jury, no trial.” He flicks the ashes off his cigarette.

“I’m sorry.” Ambiel looks at Lucy in his peripheral. His sharp features only add to his rage.

Lucy lights a new cigarette off the butt of his last, then snuffs it out. “I’m glad you get a trial.”

“You don’t have to-”

“This anger is not for you.” Lucy pauses his chain smoking to lay his hand atop Ambiel’s, cigarette between his elegant, tattooed fingers. “You want this to happen as much as I.”

What I’ve been listening to

I’ve really been into my Lucy playlist. It is a whole mood. The specific songs I like, though, are the ones I list here. (Lyrics from Genius.)

Despicable - grandson

“The boy who fell into the sky / Had no one there to watch him cry / He looked at you with his empty eyes / And said, "I'm doing you a favor, doing you a favor" (Ooh)”

“Despicable, I'm just a bottom feeder, huh / Despicable, I ain't never been a keeper, huh / Despicable, love her then I leave her / And if I were you, I wouldn't love me neither / Said if I were you, I wouldn't love me neither”

Darkside - grandson

“The kid has got a dark side / Best believe it, push too far you'll see / The kid has got a dark side / Back against the wall / La la la la la / The kid has got a dark side / Best believe it's the last trick up his sleeve / The kid has got a dark side / That you don't wanna meet at all / The kid has got a-”

6:00 - grandson

"There's no difference between you and I / We share the same sunshine from the same sky / When it rains, it rains on both you and I / Gotta sink or swim, now it's do or die”

“I won't give no fucks / I won't take no shit / Try to burn me down / Get this whole place lit / I won't give no fucks / I won't take no shit / They said they want war, this is it”

Temple Priest (feat. Paul Wall & Kota the Friend) - MISSIO

“Why you think I'm at the bottom? / Why you think I'm off the path? / 'Cause I used to love the bottle? / Or is it the tattoos on my back?”

“They tell ya it's for your soul, they just playing a role / 'Cause when it's all said and done it comes down to control / All the lying and deception been taking its toll / But I'm ten toes down, I will not fold / I get manipulated every time I'm in a bad place / They straight lie to my face and then ask for grace / The phone calls stop coming when I talk my case / Then they tell me that I'm wrong if I question my faith / I gotta look past the messenger and hear the message / I gotta be my best self and get all my blessings”

“Sitting on the mountaintop / Well above the clouds, I don't feel like I'm about to drop / Hanging in the balance, I don't harbor any malice / I done been up in the slums, I done been up in the palace / I'm infinity, sacred geometry, living simply / Universe aligned with my spirit, I feel its symmetry”

“Oh you lost? Well, I'm lost, too / And some of us are burdened with the knowledge, but we all fools / What's the point of winning while we living when we all lose / When it's said and done in the ending when we all screwed?”

What’s next?

I have two weeks left in this semester. After that, I am free to write as much as I want. Yay for the holidays!

#writing update #little writing update #amwriting #writeblr #wip: jeez take the wheel #wip: lessons in humanity from a future physicist #music #i'm really into temple priest right now

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quonit-aceattorney · 6 years

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Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

Index

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Q: I'm doing the next one sorry for all of the messages

wow what was even that opening

what girl?

febuary 2017. I remember this month well.

Q: Who's this girl?

hey she looks like an adult! Second girl without her main feature being boobs :D

no mai is dead I took her spot though, she was in the tutorial level.

:D yay am I better

YES INDEED

yes phoenix please I like this girl a lot

i didn't know my name could also come with one m!!! My name is Emma, I had no idea people could also be named Ema with one m

aww so she isn't an adult I still like her though

phoenix please she's only like 10 years younger than you

BF: Hahahaha yeah, Ema is the Maya stand in for this case

BF: She returns for the fourth game, which takes place 7 years after the third game

BF: Still not very busty, even in her mid twenties haha

Q: :O Interesting!

I like Ema.

Q: What age of people did they think were gonna play this game? If kids then why does it seem they talk down to them so much?

I'll get back to playing

Q: oh so that beginning scene actually meant something

She's know Mia because she was kinda well known

okay why is she bad

how did she even get in teh office in the first place?

hahahaha no im not trading my badge for 50$

what do you mean ''yet''

Q: I LIKE LANA

HER OUTFIT IS GREAT

Q: it's obviously a coincidence that the two siblings are so alike, but if it motivates you then sure I wanna get to the second game

Q: you're telling it from the witness' perspective Lana. Do you remember what happened? What was your motivation?

Q: hi cowboy detective please don't kick me out

what

I AIN'T SCARED OF NO GUN LET ME EXAMINE

Q: why are we having this stepladder conversation again

Q: this office looks like Edgeworth

Q: maybe you wouldn't be low on money if you did your job

Q: five thousand???

MAN edgy must be rich!

BF: The stepladder debate is one of the running gags of the series haha

Q: interesting!

Q: that and Phoenix (and later Apollo and Athena) presenting his badge every chance he gets, and cross-examining non-human witnesses

Q: yaaaaay I liked cross-examining the parrot.

I still can't believe they let me do that

Q: wait a second the bundle doesn't come with the fourth game just the first 3

oh well it's still a lot

Q: examining the examined. This could be useful.

Q: yeah, no, just the original trilogy

Q: alright, makes sense. Are they still making games for it?

BF: the fourth game came out well after the original trilogy ended, and it only JUST got an updated port to iOS and the 3DS e shop

Q: great an adult woman with a main feature being boobs. I liked the other ones more.

ah, alright. how good/bad is the anime I'm curious

BF: and yes! in the main series, there are six games total...five and six only came out in digital form for the US, no physical release

don't focus so much on the boobs, it's just drive you crazy

and Angel really isn't THAT busty, she's just got a bust emphasizing outfit

Q: huh, alright. If I feel like it maybe I could get them.

fine. I'm not eating whatever she just handed to me though, she doesn't seem very trustworthy true I guess, not really as bad.

BF: she very much does that on purpose to put you off your guard, btw

she's not EVIL

but she's smart as hell, and she's not necessarily on your side right now.

Q: oh so it's intentional, alright that's more forgiving than the developers just wanted another boob-joke.

Q: angle please we're looking for evidence please stop freaking out Ema

Q: yaaaay edgy! I knew this was your office!

BF: hahaha yep

his office is as frilly as he is

Q: "this office looks like edgeworth"

why is there a dead body in your car that car looks too dirty to be yours it isn't even purple

BF: oh and to answer one of your comments from last night when I was asleep...Phoenix/Edgeworth is an overwhelmingly popular ship, to the point where it can become a bit annoying if you ship either of them with anyone else.

or if you like any of the rarer pairings, period hahah

Q: edgy we know you didn't do it I'm on your side and always will be

except when you're not on my side

With how his dialogue was set up in that chapter I am not surprised how much of the fandom ships it.

Q: Phoenix that was a very cruel joke, remember the case two months ago? Very cruel.

Q: gumshoe isn't dead lol must be mia's fualt he randomly appeared in my head, same with maya

Q: ya why do random flashes of random people keep appearing

how do i investigate this

BF: hah...if it's the bit I think it is, that's just Phoenix connecting him to the INCREDIBLY NEAT AND CLEAN OFFICE

BF: which Gumshoe totally takes times out of his day to keep tidy because that's just the kind of stuff he would do for Mr. Edgeworth, pal!

Q: Well I bet the lunchlady and edgeworth and I'm investigating while edge is in his office.

possibly but phoenix actually commented on "why did i just have ___ randomly appear in my head". whatever I'll keep looking

I guess!

BF: gumshoe just a big old loyal puppy who loves Edgey

lol no that's the reason hahah

Q: gumshoe!!

still needs a better name

Q: I need to copy paste my reaction in a place I'll be able to easily get to later because this will probably be very valuable to me later on.

(Edit: Fuck me for making me do this)

Q: edgy tell me what the trophy thing is

no mumbling

edgy you did good why are you being so defensive over the shield

Q: well the fact it's broken could be important so please tell us

Q: oh ya! I can examine the examined now :D

Q: well 5:12 and 5:15 are very close to each other so this is important that they are so precise

who's this cartoony cop!!! he doesn't look like he's drawn in the same style as everyone else in the game!

Q: noooo i want the report

Q: Edgeworth in the Wild: A Documentary

Q: YABADABADOO

Ema why

Q: huh, so apparently phoenix doesn't just teleport? man that must be so annoying when I don't know where I'm going for them

Q: blue badger looks like a pokemon that is why he seems familiar

Q: yaaay i found gumshoe

ema knows too much poor edgeworth indeed, I hope soon he can get a break

dance till you die

Q: "they make a good pair" so I guess this game isn't against gays, cool.

Q: well i mean the letter probably will get us somewhere if this game is going to progress

Q: oh so is Angel dating Marshal? What a turn of events

yaaaay i can get in now

...I just realized I can use headphones on a DS... Interesting....

Q: the music hahaha. Marshal theme song

Q: don't think too hard on cannibalism and you'll be fine

Q: Marshal is fun

BF: hee hee yeah, I like him.

Q: "well if phoenix showing his badge to everyone is a running joke guess I better help with that by showing it to everyone".

This case is pretty fun so far, not even a single irritating thing yet

BF: LIke Ema and Lana, Jake Marshall is actually deliberately made to be sort of a nod to another pre-existing character haha.

BF: and yeah, Rise from the Ashes is a good case! I remember finding some of the trial segments to be tricky, but overall, it's solid

tQ: "Noe to self: when finding evidence, think of Texas"

who is this pre-existing character?

BF: and it makes good use of the new mechanics that were introduced for the DS

Q: it does!

BF: you won't meet him until the third game haha

but yeah...Ema and Lana are clearly meant to be nods to Maya and Mia

BF: Jake, less obviously, is sort of a nod to Godot

Q: and thankfully this gets Phoenix motivated again

godot... who's that? I should probably know

BF: Godot plays a MAJOR part in the third game, you'll know him the second you see him.

He...stands out.

to put it mildly.

Q: can't wait to meet him

when will the Y guy (shack guy DL-6) appear again he's already pretty interesting that's probably spoilers

BF: Yanni Yogi? He only appears in that case, sadly.

though there's a background reference to him in one of the spinoff games.

BF: He's one of Zarla's faves

Q: I assumed... he seems pretty interesting, sad he had to leave so soon. As you saw I was REALLY shocked when a character zarla drew appeared that I didn't even know would be in the game... sad to see him leave so soon.

Q: forgot to talk with Marshall, maybe I can progress through this

oh yay the autopsy report

Q: tell me about yourself marshall, how long has your cowboy career been going on?

why would you kick out gumshoe!!!

D: I don't know if I should break the news to him or not

Q: well that isn't even an option so

the detention center doesn't even update ever

Q: uuuhhhhgggg I hate being stuck like this where can I goooo

Q: still stuck >:( It's been almost an hour

quonit

just let me gooooo

03/24/2018 (Two days later)

Q: FINALLY I DID SOMETHING there was a note in the trunk but it seemed to have done nothing... don't even know if the two people I can talk to would react to it.

as i suspected it did nothing >:(

I think the phone is the key but the only thing it will let me examine is the trap!!!

03/24/2018

Q: I asked my brother to help and he FINALLY HELPED

He found another scroll bar on the examination thing that I never noticed and found it :D

Q: no cowboy pls i really worked hard to get this far

Q: phoenix has a phone? how come we can never use it?

...what do i do with the phone?

how did my brother turn it

= and -... where are those buttons?

Q: going to my brother

Q: why not press the button again???

Q: where do i gooo

Q: i give up I need to draw

BF: hahaaha

BF: aaaah sorry I've been busy unpacking boxes

I wouldn't have even thought to tell you about those double screen investigation rooms!

there are like...at least two of those in this case.

the car park area and the evidence room

Oh, and because this took me FOREVER to figure out when I played it the first time: when you dust for finger prints, you blow the powder away by blowing into the mic on the DS

Q: I don't expect anybody to be on while I send messages. Do not worry, I do not expect responses immediately. Also packing boxes??? did you move :O

double screen investigation rooms? tell me more. If you mean ones where you have to move the screen I did do that a lot... and yet I still can't find much. I finally got the phone in my inventory and tried to check the last call but it still won't do anything THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THAT IN ADVANCE I GARENTEE I WOULD'VE GOTTEN STUCK

Q: Where I am si that I think I have all of the items in my inventory. A full page and then the phone on the next... am I missing something? I heard that Ema is supposed to tell me that I have everything I need

BF: aaah if you are in the car park, one place you need to check is the muffler of the car

Q: muffler? I got the paper that was in the back, I'll examine the car more I guess

BF: and yeah, the game usually gives you some hint when you've found all the things

BF: I forget if you can get it now or not, but there's some cloth shoved into the tailpipe of the car

Q: dont' think i can thanks though

I'll tell you what I have in my inventory and you tell me what I'm missing for the first part

Q:badge, id card, knife, shield trophy thing, parking stub, blue badge pannel, goddman's autopsy report, note from the back of the car, and cell phone

BF: hmmm....and you've shown absolutely everything to everyone and poked at everything on every available screen?

Q: yeeeesssss

:( I'll try again

BF: (oh and to answer your earlier question, yes, I did move into my house today)

Q: yaaaaay

shouldn't there be a wiki or something for this that says what to do

BF: if you are absolutely stuck, I'd look up the Games FAQ walktrough

Q: :(

why does this game make me so stuck all of the time

BF: https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/ds/925589-phoenix-wright-ace-attorney/faqs/44304 here, this one is spoiler free, you just gotta get down to the right case

Q: :D thank youuuu

Q: :O HEY IT WORKED

HOW DID I NOT NOTICED THIS

Q: Lana why are you not on edgy's side

Q: of course you don't know everything going on here phoenix, if you did we would win but right now we don't win

this game but we know everything beforehand

Don't believe your client, just believe in them. got it.

Q: oh ya angle exists i forgot about her

BF: haha FIGURING OUT WHY LANA IS DOING WHAT SHE'S DOING IS A BIG PART OF THIS CASE

Q: BACK

I had to trim the grass in the front yard. We got an actual letter saying that we needed to so that was odd. It's done now though

angel will never stop talking, and Edge doesn't seem as annoyed as some of the others. huh.

oh my god judge can't you be a little more professional ARE YOU EVEN ALLOWED TO EAT RIGHT NOW

Q: you decline every offer phoenix until an impossible one pops up. Phoenix why

Q: If you hate prosecutors so much then maybe you could help me

please I'm begging

Q: wait you have more then one boyfriend

did i hear that wrong

ugh so she does

"care to join" If that is what I have to do to get information out of you!

BF: hahaha

yes, Angel and her many boyfriends

Q: Ema's notes are funny

BF: this boyfriend, that boyfriend, the other boyfriend

you know, as you do

Q: "the yet another boyfriend is still open"

I'd like to know who is who

Q: wait isn't B block for defense attorneys not visitors?

Q: how she names them reminds me of the chicken 'mine'

"That's mine, that one's also mine, that's another one of mine, that one is yours, and that one is not yours." we actually considered naming our chickens that haha

Q: Ema is learning my table-slamming technique.

Q: "my boyfriend worked in the photography division" WHICH boyfriend?

Q: "Prosecutors are, by nature, well-versed in the location of a man's vital organs" I already had to prove with twice Edgy did NOT murder anybody!

yes phoenix kill the egg

Q: okay so i learnt as much as I could while pressing, and there seems nothing wrong... I need to find the objection item

Q: THE LEFT-RIGHT HAND TRICK

ALWAYS WORKS

Q: EDGEWORTH

HOW COULD YOU SILENTLY SAY OBJECTION YOU HAVE BERTAYED ME

ALWAYS OBJECT

Q: of course it was planned! We already established whoever the killer is planned to do it in edgeworth's car

Q: "mommy, are prosecutors bad people?" hahaha oh my god

yes lets tell the audience how to commit murder

edgy that pun was terrible and you know it

Q: Ema what is that note

you can't smell his breath from over here what

I do have an objection!

Q: I'd like to know how she got into the food business

Ema you're on MY side

Q: remember?

Q: it's so rare when the thing I immediately think of and object with actually works and the characters see what i see

Edgy you look like you're on my side

Q: Ema do you hate me

Q: The person that seems most on my side in this case is f***ing edgeworth and he is actually the one pitted against me so you're all failures.

Q: >:(

I got so stuck at this part and had to retry a few times and I finally gave up and went to the tutorial and that isn't helping

FLOOR PLANS WHY DON'T YOU WORK

Q: :(

Q: Why can't I just gooooo none of the evidence I have works at all

Q: I PROGRESSED AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I PRESSED

UHHHH

Q: OHMYGOD THE FLOOR PLANS FINALLY WORKED

WHAT CHANGED

Q: she'd lie because as I said she has a grudge

Q: five minuets???

wow that's a long time

Q: if you have evidence please tell me

how was this judge hired

WHY THE SHOE WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS SHOE

what is this blood type it could also be common

Q: why does edgy continue to seem like he is on my side lol

Q: that brings in the question: how many lunches do you actually have in there

Q: if it does how come she was blee- oh ya the hand injury

Q: ohhh to wash away the bloood okaaaay

now to defeat you edgy

Q: Okay so more then one photo, I NEED MORE PHOTOS.

Q: Mia thank youuuuu

oooo the fun music started playing, im onto something

Q: "Yeah! (I'll think later" is the best line in the game

IT SUMS UP THE THOUGHT PROCESS WHEN I PLAY THE GAME

Q: Salmon swimming upstream in a river of quicksand

ya sounds like Phoenix

Q: the muffler in the muffler

Bad feeling about following advice given to you by Marshell??? What a silly thought!

Is something wrong edgy? why are you so upset?

what is bothing you Eedgy pls tell me

OH MY GOD ANOTHER SUPRISE CHARACTER HOW HOW IS HE IN ACE ATTOURNY WHAT ??????????????????????????????????????????????????

is he just gonna stand there or...?

Q: Udgey... that's a new one

afriad indeed, terrified I might say.

Wrighto... also new

Q: when i send my live reaction to the game should i have more context to what is going on

Q: rereading it i think i should

Q: I've been taking more pictures of art I wanna send you but it still isn't doing anything

Q: Alright so i opened the Ace Attorney save file and I have no idea where i am. I'm pretty sure this is right after the first trial

tiny village... where am i and why

i think this isn't my file??

BF: I was about to say...

Q: ruinion and turnabout?

what? something is wrong

BF: if you are in a tiny village, the only one I know of is Kurain. and you don't go there the first time until 2-2

yeah, you are in game 2 there

that's Maya's village.

Q: we fixed it!

My brother wanted to play and he mistook the game two save files as extra save files and he just decided "fuck it im not waiting for her to finish" and just started playing through

interesting :o

OH YA WE'RE TALKING WIT THIS GUY :D

swimming? why that specifically?

little worthy? is that a name?

DISTRICT OF THE POLICE UH NO I DON'T KNOW THIS GUY

aww so if he's number one he probably won't be on my side :(

damon gant, I like this guy

OH YA I forgot about edgeworth! Worthy haha didn't think of that nickname yet. I'll add it to the list. He must be very scared of this man

BF: hahah yesss Gant is great.

Q: so a muffler is a scarf? is that just another name for a scarf or is it a type of scarf?

he just keeps standing there and blinking

edgy back on this feet, finally stopped just sitting there silently in what I'm assuming is anger and fear

BF: it's a type of scarf. I can't tell you what exactly makes a muffler a muffler though. they just wanted to use the pun, though, I think

aaah the Gant stare.

Q: they seem to love naming puns, not just the people's names now.

"That's not fair!" There are a lot of things that aren't fair in this world, edgy.

Q: A WRITTEN APOLOGY

That kid from earlier in the audience: mommy is this how trials usually go? Mom: no. I am not even sure what is going on.

BF: hahah trust me, the pun names get more intense with each game.

Q: I feel bad for edgy haha

I can't wait

oh my god SOMEBODY JUST OPEN THE KNIFE

Q: THEY ADDED A CLAPPING SOUND FOR HIM

I DID NOT EXPECT THIS

Q: ...the note may have something to do with this

but along with everything else i think of in this game it's probably wrong

nah okay

Q: time to look through my items another 20 minuets and hope the character see what I see

Q: when in doubt press on everything

Q: good job ema! I'll examine the knife!

Q: SL-2... something similar that wasn't a tag. again was it the note

OH MY GOD IT WAS THE NOTE

Me and gant both love 'objection'. I'm still mad at Edgy for that. I will hold it against him forever.

BF: hahaha NEVER FORGIVE YOU EDGEWORTH

BF: you and your habit of updating the autopsy report

Q: "Do you have evidence?"

"yes! (I'll think later)" is still the best line in the entire game

a habit of mine? is that not something everybody does?

I feel so honored being told "I win, Wrighto!"

BF: heh

Q: :D He'll tell me about the knife now!!!

Q: I only get to hear bout one thing.... better choose wisely.

Where the victem was found could help, seems like it could work How the victim was killed could be a little more risky but all of these are pretty good When the victim died... it could also be 5:15, and I could find a way to show it was planned... but I'm not sure

there probably wont be any consequences though

I'll roll my di

Q: it's 1 so i guess we're going with that

Q: didn't we GO to the evidence room?

Gant: :long stare: Gant: You two make a great pair! I swear this is intentional. It's not even just that chapter.

Gant: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Gant: :long stare: Gant: Sure why not! well alright then! I'm learning about it unofficially :D This is already very casual so why not

Q: why is the victims gender there

that is unimportant WE WANT TO KNOW ABOUT HE MURDER

Q: Gumshoe won't die Phoenix he was in the credits!

Q: alright now not only is edgeworth being called worthy he's being called little worthy

do these two know eachother???

Q: that id is the same as the one we have here >:O

Q: :D the fun music is playing

Q: EDGY REMEMBER WHEN HE SAID HE COULDN'T TELL YOU WERE THE CORPS WAS FOUND

IT'S ALL ON YOU EDGY IT'S ALL ON YOU.

Q:EDGY WHY DID YOU JUST SHOO OFF MEEKENS

IT'S STILL ALL ON YOU BUT MUCH MORE DIRECTLY YOU THIS TIME

Q: oh my god NOW WE'RE DOING NICKNAME PUNS

Q: hehehe FINALLY Edgy looks like the fool instead of me :D

Q: What i think happened is that they were killed, and their body was dragged through the back of their care, and brought here

oh boy angel's back

Q: Oh my god ANOTHER CASE

WE ALREADY DID DL-6 UGH THIS MUST AT LEAST HAVE AN INTERESTING STORY

Q: What I think happened: somebody killed the detective, put the body in the back of edgy's car, Edgy drove back to where he should, left, later the girl opened the back. something about her stabbing him.

Q: no that doesn't fit

screw this case

Q: oh no I'm defending Meekens now too???

Meekens just looks a lot more cartoony then everything else

Q: why did they let him bring a megaphone

Q: oh so goodman's the villain.

BF: uhhhh...nooot exactly, no

Q: i learnt that quickly

I found gant again! he has his own theme song. Sounds like a king.

Q: Honestly I still feel bad for Edgeworth, hope he gets out of this.

Q: uhhhggggg I just got stuck i really wanna figure this out fast instead of wandering around forever. Not sure if it's just with me or if this game just needs better... instructions maybe?

Q: In court when your stuck press everything. In over world when stuck talk to everyone again, present every piece of evidence again, and examine everything again. Then still find yourself stuck.

BF: this case is one of the worst for that sort of thing, I'll admit. I've played it multiple times and there are still places where I forget how to proceed

Q: I don't like using the tutorial at all but I've had to use it twice to proceed, at least I have that. When this game came out people would just be stuck and never get to f***ing leave, and when they did they would be like "THAT WAS IT THE WHOLE TIME I MUST BE DUMB". Are the later games better at this?

Gant: If somebody just walked up to me and asked for 50$, i'd give them 50$! in that case can i have 50$

Q: You know I want to get to the evidence room but why not let's just sit here and talk with Marshell for another 6 hours

Q: I can finally go the the evidence room yaaaay

Q: See, Gumshoe's got the right idea on those 50$

BF: it varies by case, I'm not going to lie!

Game 2 has some added trickiness because it introduces a new mechanic during investigation mode.

said method is a touch more refined in the third game.

Q: in your opinion what is the best game (random question)

general stuff happens, i didn't comment on it

Q: I'm sorry, the game wants me to go to the secret room, do all these things, get no sign that I found then all, and then go to edgeworth's office???

HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FIGURE THAT OUT

Q: fine a little bit of a clue but this case really wants players to get stuck

Q: OH MY GOD WHY IS THE BELLBOY HERE DOESN'T HE WORK SOMEWHERE ELSE

Q: hahahaha I can see how you got stuck when the game told you the blow, It did NOT specify in the mic.

Q: non bloody prints???

I can't choose any of the fingers and all 5 are bloody! what do you want me to do im stuck on this sceen

Q: my brother helped :D

BF: heh

BF: Um...my favorite...well, tough to say. Obviously, I'm particularly stuck on game 2, though on retrospect game 4 is pretty fascinating (both for what it is and what it could have been)

BF: Generally speaking, most people agree that game 3 is the best of the original trilogy, though (game 2 isn't hated, but it has this ONE CASE that is near universally hated)

BF: Of the spinoffs, I'm personally partial to the second Ace Investigations, though that one you can only play in English via a fanpatch

I'm still playing game 6, so I don't know how I'd rank that one just yet

and there are two spin off titles that I have no way of playing in English at all right now, which is frustrating. No idea where I'd rank either of them. but the animation for those is PRETTY.

BF: Oh, but if you get a chance, one game I strongly recommend that was created by the original creator of Ace Attorney that isn't an Ace Attorney game (though it is allegedly set in the same universe) is a game called Ghost Trick.

Q: Interesting! I'll be sure to check out ghost trick. I wonder if I'll be able to tell what the hated case in 2 is when I get to it...

BF: hahah I'm willing to bet you'll figure it out. I personally liked the case, but it has some issues for sure

Q: alright. I was gonna start playing again if you still want me to send you the endless messages that give you no context to where i am or what im reacting to

BF: AMONG said issues is that it does what no other case had ever done before it, and it has a couple of cross examinations where you can get frigging penalized for a bad PRESS

Q: oh no D:

BF: It warns you when you get to it, but it's still really annoying

taking away my ability to badger the witness without repercussion!

but yeah no, feel free to ramble, I'm just here working and rewatching episodes of the Maxx

Q: >:(

I saw a post and thought of the judge from this game. "The judge could sentence you guilty for murder wearing hello kitty pajamas under their robe and you would never know” yaaaay

Q: About to go to the court thing. FINALLY lana is back it's been a while >:(

Q: oh yay lana gets to be a witness

nvm im a moron the cartoon guy i forgot his name gets to be

MEEKENS YOU'RE NOT THE KILLER

THAT IS NOT AN OCCUPATION RIGHT

Q: there seems to be a lot of talking down to kids in this game :(

Q: why do people let him bring his megaphone

same answer with the kid and his sword

Q: i mean i like the blue badger

Q: bet the tape won't help much

HEY ITS ANIMATED

well hey it was a little helpful

Edge: :slams hand on desk: What the hell was that wriggling piece of plywood!?

my new second favorite line

Q: the problems was he was wearing gloves

probably not that's what first comes to mind though

Q: or the light was already on

Q: gloves were rubber? how did i not notice that

Q: why would he need the gloves in there if he was goodman

Q: he could've stolen the card

who is the 777... card at the top

Q: WHY IS THE KID STILL IN THE AUDIENCE

WHY TO PARENTS TAKE THEIR KIDS TO MURDER TRIALS I'D LIKE TO SPEAK WITH THIS CHILD AND EXPLAIN TO THEM THAT MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE ACTUALLY WENT TO THE TRIAL WHERE I DEFENDED EDGEWORTH IF YOU STILL THINK HE'S SO BAD

Q: :D I think edge just complimented me, it's probably going to turn into an insult though so ill just enjoy it while i can

Q: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuuuu

Q: the fake killed goodman not lana

no that wouldn't work dammit screw you

Q: HEY GUMMY HOW ARE YOU

NO GUMMY STAY

HEYHEYHEYHEY HEY WHAT

awww lana's finally being useful

Q: Ema don't run it's just a serial killer

Gummy why >:(

saaave pooiiinnt

oh my god Marshell i forgot his personality

Q: please provide me with a reasonable explanation why there were bloody handprints of yours in the evidence room (and no ID saying you signed in but i think i just missed something on that)

Q: somebody actually messes up in grammer in court and one of them yells objection but its about the grammer and they keep fighting about i

Q: edgy don't worry just let me get to my menu my lack of experience means nothing

wait is he giving me advice? is he being nice???

Q: noooo just let him beeee

or not his reasoning was okay though

Q: At first i was sad to find out it was his brother now im just thinking COWBOY PROSECUTOR THAT WOULD BE FUN

Q: what do you think happened to your brother jake

Q: MY DEFENDANT DID NOT KILL HIM AND YOU KNOW IT

YOU JUST DON'T ACKNOWLEDGE IT FOR MONEY

you know i could put that anywhere in almost any case and it could still work (with a pronoun swap but aside from that)

Q: ARRRRRGGHHHHHH

Q: OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT YOU

YOU DO GET THIS IS PROBABLY ILLEGAL RIGHT

Q: edgy is being very nice to her yay

I MEAN EMA YOUR NOT USELESS YOU STOPPED HIM FROM GIVING THE VERDICT TWICE

THAT WAS SOMETHING NOT EVEN MIA COULD DO HE GAVE THE VERDICT AND I BEAT HIM ANYWAYS THOUGH SO :/

Edgy is used to me making claims with the idea "I'll think about it later" in mind of course hes going to scoff at everything i say

I PROBABLY WOULD

YA THREE WHILE PAGES OF EVIDENCE THAT'S A LOT

Q: hey hey jake's back i was wondering where he went

Q: "Just one moment! I will not let such far-fetched balderdash in my court room"

HAHA VERY FUNNY JUDGE. AS IF THIS IS THE MOST FAR FETCHED THING YOU'VE SEEN HERE.

YAAAY PHOENIX GOOD JOB

Q: why is everybody immediately blaming edgy again I already defended him from two murders WHEN A VERDICT WAS ALREADY GIVEN

Q: stop being so mean to edgy

Q: hi lana please help me

ocassionally what what i didn't understand what they said i need to know

awww how dare you now your going to get all three of us in trouble

Q: that kid in the audience actually as an adult took the weirdest trials hes been to and put his own characters in it and made it into a game

oh my god the noise of the crowed is so terrifying because it's on repeat i need to turn the sound off

Q: saaave

Q: good think ema isn't dead

Q: Ema it’s not yours its your sisters putting blame on yourself just leads to depression okay

Q: to lana. MAYBE SHE'LL FINALLY BE USEFUL

YAAAAY

Q: Deal with the devil as a minor so that when your older he doesn't have a legal claim to your soul.

that's unrelated and unhelpful but

Q: now to show you every single piece of f***ing evidence

Q: or not

HI MARSHELL

Q: do do do

do do ddoo dodo doo dodo do doooo ddo do dooo dooo doDOdodoooo

(Edit: do do doooo

do doooo

(now go reread it from the top with those last two as the start) )

Q: no marshel come baaaaaack

noooooo

Q: I just wanna get to 2-4

quonit

Things are going well!

HE STARTED LUAGHING IM SCARED

LHIS LAUGHING IS TERRIFYING

Q: :D Thank you Jake!

Q: Well gant does make a good point

Also about you paying my rent Edgy

Q: I wonder if there are anymore choices or it it's just dialogue.

did I win??

Lana smiled at me :D

"stop it mah you're embaressing meeee" is how this dialogue feels like

Q: yaaaaay I win

Q: awww ema I she'll say she's proud of you too

Gummy you keep doing this

bring him back

Lana :D

Q: Maya will be very proud of me when she comes back

awww hugs!!!

wait edgy was hiding why is he angry

aww ty

Is Lana making you scared I'm pretty sure she was your boss at some point or something I forgot at this point

Q: oh nooo Gant make Edgy scared of who he might be in 10 years. Somebody teach him not to do that.

Q: Aww thanks Lana

the difference between you gant and vampire is that you have friends doesn't that makes you feel better

Q: bye edgyyyy

Edgeworth you keep saying that and it's wrong every time >:( please stop breaking promises

what a storybook ending

OH HI GUMMY

couldn't you make edgy do it instead i don't have money

BF: Did you notice you could do fingerprint powder on the bottom screen during the credits?

Q: ya! Can i blow it too?

BF: Make bonus images appear haha

Yep!

Q: :D

After this i need to sleep this is fun though!

time for game two :D

Q: will blue badger get to stay though is my question

Q: Hey so Angel will be on my side, it will just be in the next game!

Q: I really do think the judge it wearing hello kitty pajamas under that robe

Q: credits done! That was very satisfying :D

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Once a day doses, instead of hours on end of endless convs. // kasi update sama lu sikit hahahah kk.

Came back so late!!! Hahah may As-Salam be with you, mirroredz buddy companion kindergartener, and may God's comfort hug you more snug than a grey hoodie varsity jacket would aha and hm may light penetrate into the heart, then glow and shine. ^ even typing this reminded me of two things. 1) when the grave will squeeze, it may come in to shatter our bones and squeeze entirely with no mercy in the scary way, or it could likely squeeze like a welcome back to your truest abode - home kinda hug. That's what I once learnt at the kursus jenazah camp a few months backkk. Made from clay like soil tanah liat, and exactly to that we will return to. Humbling, "come full circle" (coincodentally, came across the verses on habil and qabil - the two sons of Adam ytd!!! And how he learnt to kebumikan the brother from the bird's example. So yeah kinda related to grave) 2) zulumaati ilanoor. // I come across thissss during mathurat but also(!!) terawih made mention this phrase quite a bit so hm yeah hahah repeating themes hm hm // bring forth from darkness into light. - Anyway, aha I still make mention your name across the varied do'as I do. :") - Ok but yeah aha anyway, reason I came back at like 1+ todayyyyy was cuz we were preparing for ryc and all and there's this one part called muhasabah diri that they were practicing for (skit like) and theres this part that had like zikir aspect while the lights were off and the sad instrumental and the main cast was to make do'a :"""( rlly. Heart. Felt. :"(. It seems like I have the most "crying waterworks" camp sesh at islah man :"""). Aha rmmbr my story about the qiyam with the rabak cry sesh only to be ajak out to lepak post midnight ahahah yeah that was at islah jugak. But yeah aha awman I wished u were somehow part of ryc so u could see and have and be part of this moment that will rlly like menusuk ke kalbu muhasabah diri sesh. But aiy. Recent reminders jugak: you are exactly where Allah chooses for you to be. And "qad kafaani ilmu rabbi, min suaali wakthiari" OK BUT YES AHAH. If week one of ramadhan was, some days, already kinda tiring, like I woke up soree and rlly tired this morning actlly and yeah all that and last night after ghufran terawih I was also actlly thinking "what if lepas terawih just gym cuz conveniently near" but yozkiz hahahah I realise then that wow that wouldn't be a good choice cuz body recovery from workout and mad tired probs but yeah it seems a recent theme is also strength. The words you wrote about strength about knowing God amidst our weakness etc, that one def spoke to me macam wake up call. Sebab like hm usually every mess up or weakness or fall, I'd be so zoned in on me and my weakness etc. But instead, with what u wrote, if anything, even our downfalls points back to God, knowing learning God. I once wrote about learning from opposites and yeah. Didn't see it this way, how our mess ups only highlights even more attributes of God. :"") But yeah ok if week 1 was tiring, hahahah I've yet to hustle through week 2 and 3 of ramadhan which is basically high busy weeeks, mirrorredz :"") I've got like ryc then myf bake sale then alterisk night camp with Muhammadiyah kids which includes the night cycling thing, then the special iftar inshaAllah then the project ihsan overnight service camp/qiyam then hustle for aceh and yeah ahahah. This week, as compared to the upcoming weeks, have been more lax yet I haven't gotten a chance to write out or think through or develop wtv one liner wisdom pearls I've been getting. 1) the model love 2) setting progressive goals and translating it from intent, thoughts and into reality 3) the selfless - what's in it for me 4) weaknesses, strengths. Mess ups and humble pies. - road to br(ok)en 5) humble pie of learning from people we'd least expect 6) purified lil kids and the parenting I seeee at terawih And ya hahaha u see so much actlly to process tapi kian tak cukup waktu :""( Walhal when you asked me to write a poem HAHAHA I WAS LIKE jack so kind of u la hahahaha making it interactive, I thought twas gonz be like your typical factual thoughts theories and learnings, type of post but EHHH HAHAHA terselit "mirror" inside jugak hahaha but yeah. I think how I write poems, like the skeleton, is kinda to pick out words that ring forth. So yeah as seen in exhibit yellow notepad HAHAHA as u can see written at 1:02 otw home ah from tadi while dropping by giant to buy dark choxxx but yeah: Burn with Love Engulf Ashes Crashes Hushes. ^ then usually Id continue with finding rhyming words then let more ideas thoughts flow but eeks hahahah kk tkde time. But #1, notice I'd capitalize Love. Cuz the moment we use Love, it kinda refers to godly kinda instead of lowly earthly love between creations. But yeah probs the ideas I'd play around would be about ego death and burning such into ashes, which may at first leave you in states that feels like the self crashes, ruins but in all it silences the soul, hushes. And thats where true empty cup and humility and ready to listen to The Word to reach you. And I like the idea of Burn WITH Love, that Love is there by you, as you burn with intensity, there by you through the journey from darkness into light, through by you, be with you. And it encapsulates going thru the process together. With Love. Al waliy. Its so interesting, just a play of, huruf jjar hahahah um prepositions and it might change up the meanings in varied ways. Burn FOR Love, Burn out of Love, Burn to Love, Burn into Love(hahahah idk is that possible) (I can only think of ways humans may reflect a tiny fraction of attributes of God by His mercy and will) but yeah and then the flow would also change immensely once you change the subject of Love to love. Burn for love, burn from love. Are burns always painful? Could the process be beautiful? What is the end product? What about sublimation - changes of state from one to another. What about the burn sensation, is that alll that you'd focus on, because of how fiercely the experience of a burn is? Is it self inflicted, accidental, a necessity to get to another state? Accidental from rubbing against what? Kerosene or another rough rock? Glow like that bbq thing (omg what is it called HAHA) (amber) or burn boldly like campfires. Did it start from small sparks and firestarters or set aflame from explosion. HAHAHAHA man, I'd love to exploreee writes once more hahaha but ok ah such thinking lead questions are pretty much a joy to wander/venture for a bit. But yeah man. Caught up with much on my plate :") and we have team members falling ill and belum properly confirm swee prep so rlly macam eeeks hahahah. "rabbi yussahil rabbi tamim bi khair" Sharing so much life updates ahahah though it's kinda irrelevant to u, if you weren't a friend. My friend. Hahaha chey possessive kk tak hahah kk astaghfirullah. But yeah addu'a biddu'a hope youre maximizing all the "mustajab doa moments" wether before buka or wee mornings aka last 1/3 of night, be it tahajjud or tak, or rainnn (masyaAllah, ytd's rain was beautifz hahshah i walked in the rain back home!!! I love it seh hahah) and yeah. Also reminder to self to upkeep al mulk, since I kinda began this post with reminder about graves :"") And yeah. Fridayyyyy alhamdulillah :) Hahahah. I wonderrrrrrr where you'd be performing your piece and I kinda rmmbred how I wanted to someday be in the crowds of yours but ahaha idk if our friendship is at that yet ahahaha but yay all the best I think you'd probs have fun ahah anddddd yeah man hahahah i went to re-watch your yoda performance where u spilled a little of your life story about tents and tensions and you gazing at sunrises while most of the population is asleeeep snoring. Voices man. Voices aren't the same as writes. Just as how it'll never equate to experiencing a person irl. Okkk and quick one worded word plays I sometimes do: Void. Voices. Vices. Vis a vis. Liver. Live. Love. Lover. Love Her. Flicker, falter. Fall. Fail. Fate. Fade. ^ HAHAHA guess these are how I sometimes start. Catharsis. Aight. :) Keep writing man hahahah even if they arent mirror letters. I rlly enjoy reading writes, no matter. Bound to have gems. Bi idznillah. And alhamdulillah. :") - Fa

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